Peggy has asked me to write stories about her based on her profile and fantasies and she had also asked that I use her actual name in the story. So to...that end I am dedicating this next series to Peggy Sanford. Peggy told me that no topic is off limits and after reading her profile the subject matter is wide open. Peggy seems very adventurous and in a way reminds of women in my life whom I have written about, specifically my secretary of five years in the story, ‘An Affair to Remember,’ and a. I wore a track pant and a full sleeve shirt with sleeves rolled to my elbows. I went with him to an autorickshaw to drop him to the exam center. I said that I would be exploring Bangalore. If he finishes his exam, he can call me and I can get to him.I told the autorickshaw driver to go to Magdum hospital which was near Rajeswari theatre and I said bye to him. I reached the theatre by walking from the hospital. I saw many guys staring at me. I took the ticket and went in. There were not many. You do know that you are the other extreme. I could never picture myself in bed with anyone as thin as you." He paused and then went on, "Well, maybe I pictured it once or twice." I thought I was going to need to send you to a shrink, if you never had imagined sex with the boss," I said. "They tell me it is a common fantasy. One I have to be careful to discourage." Why," Wilson asked."Hell, I don't know. They just put it in all the behavioral courses. Beware who you fuck, they might come back. My heart raced. What had just happened? I'd been her. I'd been the whore. I couldn't remember being me when I was her, but I remembered them both vividly now. Everything that I'd worked so hard for my entire life-my education, my career, my morality-all of it had been replaced by the desire and need for sex. Good and evil had been warped into fuckable and non-fuckable. The experience left me in a cold sweat. My skin tingled, not just from the terror of being her, but from the excitement as.