He would have to change his behavior, or endure more of this unbearable, girlish torture. Timidly, the panty clad boy knocked on the door. "I'll be wi...h you in a minute," Jane explained after opening the door. "Now, show me that you're going to behave yourself, dear. Sit quietly on that bench until I'm ready." With that, and not a word about his girlish appearance, Jane re-entered the study and closed the door. Michael surveyed the long, hardwood bench opposite the doorway. It was unusually. . if we’re all ... omnisexual, this could shake up a lot of things ... and give us all some options for the future. Perhaps we should make some kind of pairing pact, if you will, where each of us will be formally wed to someone, they might or might not even be our main someone ... just for legal purposes, visiting rights, that kind of thing. Just an idea. But I think that you should handpick the brides and grooms for anyone not already hitched, if you’re cool with such an idea,” Christy. John Bilk knew this as he cautiously stepped out of his Jeep Cherokee, zipped up his red jacket and pulled his blue knit cap down firmly over his scalp. His boots sunk into the bloated mud and grass of what used to be the lawn separating the dock from the main grounds of camp. The door closed with muted slam that produced no echo, the headlights still burning brightly, cutting through the soupy fog for a moment then shutting down. ‘Why are we here again?’ he asked, looking to the driver’s side. Then it asked me to record a message for other callers to hear. I turned off my music and thought a little about what I wanted to say. After the beep I recorded. “Hi guys! This is Lainey! I’m 18. White female. I’m new to the area. I’m a student. 5’6”. Slim build. D cup. Long very curly brown hair. Freckles. Hazel eyes. I love talking to older White males who are literate. Intelligent. Well spoken. Prefer that you be over 40. Willing to talk about anything. I’m bored and need someone to talk to..