Finally the receptionist spoke and said, “the boss will see you now.”I was now in his office. The trance that I had gone into in the hall way had ...ot left me. I was probably still feeling the after effects of passing out this morning. The only cure for it was to pay as much attention as I could to everything that I could. That’s when I made the mistake of blinking. My eyes had glazed over and they had dried out somewhat it felt a little strange and it distracted me a little too powerfully. The. In their foreplay he had only shared some of his fantasies, not the deepest and darkest ones yet, but Kate once managed to see his search history and unknown to him she knew all his deepest and darkest fantasies.So back to John birthday, Kate told him she had an experiential present for him and all was organized for the coming Friday night.Friday morning John woke up to an email from Kate:"Dear John,Happy birthday my love Poor Peter. Lucky us, as it turned out.Carol looked vaguely upset and wide-eyed guilty at first – I suppose for not noticing that her husband of the last seven years was not visible. But shortly afterwards a distracted smile came back to her pretty face and she started to busy herself with her usual homeward bound, on-board club duties. This was a part we all loved. Everything about Carol, we loved.All of us – or most of us who stayed awake, anyway – had been ogling Carol at every chance on the. Everything about me was pink, and it made me look like a girl more than a woman, young and vulnerable and totally over the top. “What do you think?” “Don’t I look a bit, uhm, youngish?” “That’s what I intended. I heard Sweet Little Sixteen on the radio this morning and somehow had to think of you. You’ll get used…” A knock sounded at that moment, interrupting our conversation. “Why don’t you open the door?” she asked, not intending it to be a question. And so I found myself quite self-conscious.