But he’ll never know where or when unless he catches me at it.”Alan was stunned by her once again that evening.“Sleep well,” she said as she w...lked away.He smiled. “I’ll try.”“No doubt Bradley will,” she responded. “I bet he’s an early riser as well. No doubt he’ll be up at the crack of Dawn in the morning!”Alan burst into laughter as she closed the door behind her. Dawn Dawn lay content on the sheepskin rug in front of the log fire that crackled away giving warmth and cosiness. Bradley was. After a few weeks, however, I began to miss the feelingof being penetrated and to long to be the receiving partner in ourlovemaking. One night Mary, probably sensing something in my mood,confessed that she too was missing the thrill of being dominant. "I guessthat whilst we are happy enough at the moment" she said, "sooner or laterone or other of us is going to go all moody and we will be back where wewere before you started dressing. I know you are missing your skirts anddresses. Why don't you. She knew I was there. She always knew. She was in no hurry to get dressed, probably assuming I was watching. I was never sure at the time. Anyway, she walked over to her sink mirror and started posing. She was doing those poses pin-up girls used to do where they thrust out their breasts and stood up on their toes the better to emphasize their legs. Of course, Mrs. Jessup, who was French, had beautiful legs. The kind that would make any boy of seventeen moan with pleasure. I continued whacking. She looked into my eyes and knew instantly that things had changed, and why. Heartbreak flashed across her face, then it shut down. Alice must have described me.“What happened, where did he go?” I asked. I fought against my feelings, but kept losing.“He was catching me up, I think he saw I was phoning, so I went up to a house, up to the door, and when he saw me ring the bell and I didn’t have a key he came after me, up the path, so I took his photo and then I posted my phone through the letter.