. "What proposition... ?" I'm not finished yet. Just listen to me for a moment," be insisted. "Then, yesterday, after I got back to my apartment, I co...ldn't get you out of my mind. Your voice haunted me. I tried to picture what you looked like... even wondered if you were a classy hooker, but that didn't fit with you living in Westland... and, pretty soon, I didn't know what to think... except that I didn't want to take a chance on getting you involved. I could hardly sleep last night thinking. She yelled at him to quit his messing around and get in the bedroom and he did just what he was told.I guess I looked as if I was about to faint dead away, so Vivian fixed me a drink, which I really needed at that point, and then she said, "Now, you goddamn prissy-ass Victorian, relax here and breathe deeply until your head clears. I'm going in the bedroom and set the scene for you. When I yell, you come on in and you'll see my free home demonstration of doggy-diddling--the sport of queens."She. Then there was the youngest son of Turkey’s, the one who lost his nuts, I’m sure he and his dad both survived that.”“I still wonder who the woman was and what part she played. Maybe she was the wife of the one from Mississippi,” Marshal Hopkins said as he stared at the paper.“I don’t know where she fits in, Marshal but that explains the two young men on the train. Then the three I saw when I thought one of them could be Ol’ Turkey. The young woman on the train had to be with them, the way she. I was to wear a tight tee shirt and tight jeans with no underwear. I was to meet him at a service station just off the M4 motorway in Wiltshire.omce I was naked in his house, I would be given a collar to wear, and a butt plug. The only drink I would be allowed would be Sirs champagne, he made it very clear this meant his piss, and it would be drunk either direct from the tap..or lapped up from a dog bowlso far so good I thought, all fairly standard stuff - so I gave Sir my number and we.