Relax guys, I'm an old pro. Everything isunder control.Confidence aside, I still need to take physical inventory before exitingthe chamber. Bending sp...ce-time like this is dangerous enough wheneverything is running properly, let alone right after disaster wasnarrowly averted.Let's see. Two arms, check. Two legs, also check. All visibleextremities and digits in place, including 10 fingers. Perfectly in linewith the human anatomy chart just outside the chamber. As expected theonly visible. " I went to interrupt but she silenced me, kissed me gently andsaid "you will do this Cherie, its time."The disco was some months away when we read the advert but only a fewdays away when Leah rang me to say we had tickets. In the meantime Leahhad often made me wear a school uniform that I had acquired and hadsometimes worn for her previously. We kept on acting out a scenariowhere she was a sixth form prefect and I was a slutty 14 year old. Idid enjoy it immensely as she made me pleasure her as. It's a role we stumbled into by accident. The estate agency I set up with money my father gave me flourished through one housing boom after another to the point where I could afford to leave the daily running to my staff. I did make a point of frequent visits to the branch offices but eventually it became less than a full-time occupation. Which left ample opportunity for sex.The agony columns will tell you that in a good marriage the sexual relationship is based on a loving foundation. Possibly. She just batted her heavily made-up eyes, smacked her gum and said, "Whatever!" So poetic.So anyway, one day I was walking home from school, as I do every day. I just so happened to pass by a store named "Nikki's" where Suzie's friend Jamie worked. This has no relevance to the story whatsoever.So one of those fucked up days, I went home, backpack on my back, books in my hand, .38 in my inner coat pocket (those were tough times!), and I saw Suzie, sitting on my front porch, gracefully plucking.