Mrs C was in the Lilac Suite, he smiled, lilac was his mama's favourite colour. He ran a hand through his wavy brown hair and flashed a smile, his per...ectly kept white teeth were the image of health while his smooth skin was free of stubble, at twenty-five he was a self-confessed fitness freak with a muscular physique at six foot two.As he walked he cut a handsome figure with impeccable posture and a well tailored suit complete with Italian leather shoes. Knocking at the door, he calmed himself. In the other, the butt-plug I had removed in the dressing room.I was sweating, despite the tiny flimsy pink shorts and top I was wearing. Over the guard’s shoulder, I could see Piss-Master and cock-master across the mall aisle. Piss Master was holding up the video camera-phone up so Master in South Africa could watch the action.“No, Sir, I replied. I was just leaving, Sir,” I told the guard.He looked me up and down, doubting my innocence. “What’s that?” he asked, nodding toward the plug.I moved. I focused on the scene and soon found myself back in my body.[Friday, June 20th, 1986]I walked into the credit union and got in the customer line instead of using the ATM. I was quickly working with another teller. It was a lady named Paula this time, who was happy to help me with my PIN and then assisted me with withdrawing five twenties.I left the credit union and headed to the nearby Cumberland Farms. I had worked out a silly explanation that would work well enough to explain what I was. Hisato fixed his tie, a nervous twitch before he bowed. The owner was agod in the company, able to choose who would succeed and who would failwith a simple wave of his hand. The man held his career in the palm ofhis hands, and he could close it at any time. That was something to makethe lower echelon representative nervous."Welcome to my office," the man said with a sense of formality."I am very proud that you have chosen to speak to me today. I am surethat I will be able to help in any way.