’ My emotions overtook my head as Michael softly nibbled on my earlobe and kissed the nape of my neck. I had always wanted him… Michael, with his...soft blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and his remarkably toned and muscular body shaped from years of running track. Now that he was here I could hardly believe it. I had feelings of guilt, of total disbelief, but most of all, I had this feeling of complete happiness. Happiness because he felt the way I had felt for the past two years. Now he had turned. I had expected his agreement, and wasn’t disappointed.Later in my office, I began the speech I had been rehearsing. “Some girls are delinquent because of the examples of their mother. In those cases, I have found it useful to bring in a girl’s mother for the same discipline as the daughter. That way, the message is reinforced at home.”I was prepared to go into greater detail when Sam interrupted, “I think that is just what we need. I would be present to witness these, wouldn’t I?”“Of course. It. We now join our hero in Amstelland (Amsterdam) where the penniless paramour plans to participate in an annual jousting tournamentÉSamson rode into town late in the afternoon. The city had not seen a battle in centuries but it had a gatehouse to weed out undesirables such as our hero."Name," asked the guard, eying the stranger with suspicion as he dismounted his palfrey."Thundercock" he answered without batting an eye. He sometimes used that alias when traveling incognito. Favored courtesans. And if you're still looking all... tired, I'll make you take more. Now skidaddle.”I drove around for an hour before going to the house. Anything to delay the inevitable. Once inside I did my now-automatic scan for any sign of recording devices, as if they might spring up overnight. Monty had long since given up his old friendly greeting and remained, dejected and confused, in his doggy bed in the living room. I mentally scanned through the numbers in my phone, trying to think of any guys I.