"I was named after my grandfather." I'm sorry," I said sheepishly when the laughter subsided. "It's not that bad, really." What's yours?" Adam asked. ...here was a faint hint of laughter in his voice, just enough to let me know he had a sense of humour about his middle name.I froze."Lilly," he reprimanded with a laugh. "Come on, I told you mine." Frances," I muttered softly.Adam snorted with laughter. "We're quite the pair, huh?" Yeah, Frances and Reginald. We sound like characters in a bad. He knows my limits and how to slowly but surely extend them. I trust that He will mould me and my behavior to his liking more and more day by day, by month, year by year. I trust that He will ensure that I completely satisfy his needs directly or indirectly. By doing that my needs are fulfilled - because my deepest need is - to fulfill his needs.I sometimes have a picture of him in my mind when He is 70, tanned and grinning with a sparkle in his eye holding my hand in a beach bar somewhere warm. A new look for me but I loved it. A little lavender scent and I was ready. I didn't want to do a full make-up job as I wasn't planning on going out.I sat in the living room just staring out the window relaxing while I sipped a little bourbon. A knock at my door woke me up a while later. I got up without thinking and answered. My gay neighbor from the main floor stood there completely shocked as I asked what's up.Suddenly I realized what I had done but he saw the way I was dressed so I decided. Oh how I loved seeing my pretty Ronnie work during the day with no shirt on. Even better did I love the scent of him lying next to me at night, all sweaty from a hard day's work, and no shower. The guys would walk down to the creek to wash up every morning, before they'd start work, but at night, they were au' natural, and Ronnie, being just in his early 20's didn't smell rank -- he smelled sweet -- kinda like a horse after a summertime ride. That night, he just waited until he thought.