So I went with him. CHAPTER TWO: THE CANDLEHe led me back in the mall (funny, I didn't see him use a key to open the locked door) and to a little shop...jammed between a Suncoast Video and a Waldenbooks (funny, again, I had never before noticed it).The small sign said: Spells 'R Us.Inside was an incredible clutter of junk, most of it hidden in the shadows. My companion only turned on a small lamp, leaving most of the shop in darkness."Let me see..." he muttered, rifling through some of the junk. She explained that for the next 24 hours, Iwill be watching training videos on how to smoke, service mens and women,and finally how to serve her. She finally flipped the visual part on,causing the images to come to life.During the next 24 hours, I watched videos of smoking , how to servicemen and women, and how to serve Leather Mistress. I felt my mindabsorbing the information I see and heard. I felt my last part ofdefiance leave me. In my mind, I was only to serve Leather Mistress as asmoking. I was totally busted. Steve said to get in the car and wait but I couldn’t, my keys were in my other clothes. Steve said no problem; he will be right back and he took off around the corner, leaving me stranded, embaressed, but feeling kinda girly, and alone on the street. I was being ogled at by all kinds of men and women; It was rather thrilling. I even bent over to give a couple of guys a peek at my panties. They both whistled. Cheryl just walked up and saw my little display and told me I. I’m sure she would listen and be supportive of me, but I cannot bring my self to tell her without loosing it.’ ‘Rita, don’t you have others around you for that support? I will do what I can, but what about you? What about your local support.’ Then I heard a bit of resigned chuckling. ‘Fred, this is Florida, where people go to live the rest of their lives, and die. They die quick and they die slow and they die unexpected, but they die all the time. The retiree that I came down here for lasted.