But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Wha...ever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was going to force it; tonight, by my own hand.Then, would you like to change the lives of those you hold. .I'll help you." She removed my sweatshirt and jeans, and soon I was naked in her bed. "Give me a minute," she said, and began to undress. My penis became instantly hard as she unbuttoned and slipped out of her dress, revealing a shiny bright red lace-trimed half slip, and a matching nylon bra. My heart pounded as she unhooked the bra, then reached up under her slip to remove her shiny pantyhose. "Uh-oh," she snickered, "I forgot to put my panty on this morning." I noticed she had shaven her. And a bit with each other as well. We began to whisper again too. Talking about…. well…. things. Then, it was getting late and you needed to sleep. I did too. Before you left, you sent me a friend request and I accepted it. You were now able to see the photos on my page. Photos I only allowed friends to view. Over the next week or so, we continued to run into each other in the chat rooms. We also became friends on Yahoo. While in one of the rooms, the subject had turned to mild BDSM. I. My defences crumble into a million pieces.Aunt Iris goes on fiercely, “Now stop being a silly little girl and go get him before some vixen like Simone traps him and takes him from you!"oOoI stride down the hall towards the bathrooms on a mission. I don’t know what I’m going to say. All I know is I have to talk to him. I have to see him.The blast of a hand dryer behind the door on my right draws my attention. I push on the stick-figure wheelchair in the middle of the door to reveal Simone.