"I have had fantasies about this moment, absolutely sure it would never happen. And I feel as if I am in a dream." She sat down at her desk again. Slo...ly, I walked back to the chair in which I was sitting, and sat down again.Her practical side emerged. "Well, I guess we'll have to satisfy our desires. More fun than doing it with fingers. And we'll have to be private -- no episodes with any cops ever. And we have to figure what we are going to do with each other, but I'm telling you now, I'm. Scott nodded. "Man, I can't believe that it's here. Why couldn't ithit you when you were older?" I know what you mean, buddy," said Kyle. "You know Jim Long?"Scott nodded. "Not well, he's on the basketball team right?" That's right. I heard he started changing last night," said Kyle. "Mymom told me."Kyle's mother was a doctor who worked at the local hospital."Shit, he's what...six-five?" You mean she now. I suppose she could always play for the girl's teamnow," added Kyle.Scott nodded in. “You are mine – until you say the bloody password and get rid of your collar. You get me, slut? Mine!” he said. She nodded. He pulled out of her. This time, she expected him to continue with his belt, but again, he wasn’t working according to her expectations. It started with several strong slaps with his hands and then continued with a series of small, stinging bites, always on the same spot. She understood that he had taken up his plastic rod, a small, flexible tool she disliked. One bite of. (I think she might be a prozzie actually. I dont mean a sauna-girl like my pal Shona. I mean a proper five-quid-a-handjob/ignore-the-whisky-breath/Leith-police-dismisseth-us street-walker. Shes got a different man on her arm every time I see her. Always middle aged and profusely sweating. Never like to look you in the eye those guys.) My main bone of contention with WhatsErFace though is the scabby little ratdog effort she has thats always trying to shag a hole in your leg. I absolutely adore.