”“I sure would Mrs. Farrow. You make great cookies.” The cookies were great but I certainly was not going to miss out on a chance to gaze upon t...e alluring Ellen Farrow. She sat at the kitchen table with her hands folded and smiling at me while her mother made the tea.I grinned and fidgeted nervously as I stole glances of Ellen.When the tea was ready Mrs. Farrow put a cup of tea in front of Ellen and me along with three chocolate chip cookies. I sipped the tea and nibbled on the cookies and. I might have thought that I love her back. But to be honest, Ididn't. Life went on. And I wasn't missing the sex. I knew sex wasn'tfor me.In early 2006 I went traveling again. Again, to Thailand. While I wentwith Lucas the first time, I went on my own this time. Apart fromThailand I went to Malaysia and Singapore and had quite a good time.Until I started feeling sick after two weeks. I still had a couple ofdays left on that journey, so I went to a pharmacy to get some meds. Ithought I caught a. I hear an engine roar, and my guess would be that the car is speeding along.I was wrong. That car that I thought had been looking for the right house had been looking for the right victim, or waiting for its victim to reach the right place. In this case the victim was me.I realize that I was just kidnapped.I feel a needle or something poke me in the arm, and I am washed into blackness.I wake up. I guess I am still in the car, but I can't tell. I feel with my feet my backpack on the floor and my. He would confess acuriosity but not to any of his macho male friends. No man dare evermention such a curiosity but he never truly wished to discover this sideof the estrogen wall.He leans forward to rise up and Lilly tries to talk him into resting amoment longer, but he decides to rise and she assists him. He isgrateful for the firm grip the upper part of the swimsuit has on hisbreasts. Lilly takes him towards the dressing area along a wall of fulllength mirrors. He pauses and starts to.