A woman with piercings everywhere possible, and a man with bright purple and green hair wait for me there. ‘Obey them, until I return, slave.’ Th... man leaves, and the man with purple and green hair leads me to a sink. He instructs me to do many things, and he also cuts my hair. I see myself in the mirror and audibly gasp. I gape at myself in shock. My hair is cut very short, with bangs down to my eyes. But that isn’t the surprising part. My hair is now electric blue, and I have a word shaved. He opened the door to his office, and locked it. Standing infront of him he slipped his gentle hands up my shirt lifting my top off. Then as I unbuttoned his shirt he took my pants off. Completely exposed to him he kissed me once more and stuck his finger back inside me, getting me ready for what was about to happen. He stepped back to get a good look at me. I looked at his cock standing at attention. It was big. I was a little frightened about that, but he said he'd go slow and be gentle. My hair was a mess, so I tied on a bandanna. It was the most thought I had given to my appearance in at least a year. If I only knew then, what I know now.My plans for meeting Sheila went down in flames. First, she would not react to my critique. I first deconstructed Elspeth, after Waiting for Godot. Since that night, I practiced the technique continuously, often with devastating effect. Sheila was the first subject to shrug it off. When her turn came, Sheila put me in my place with five short. It was a sobering thought that if there was one woman I could have fallen in love with, it was Lena. Out of all the women I've had in my bed, Lena was the one I felt closest to, the most relaxed with and the most excited by. I found myself wanting to be with her, actually missing her. Could this be love? I'd never been in love, real love before, and not with a woman. Was this what it felt like, could I be falling for her? These thoughts and the state I'd left poor Lena in, kept me awake all.