Yesand pigs can fly. I steal this brief moment to record my thoughts before theycome to get me. I pause and a shudder runs through my body. It is a co...bination of the chillthat permeates the cell and the memory of the tortures that have been inflictedupon me. Small goose-bumps erupt on my naked flesh while I stare at the barewall facing me. I kneel on the rough stone floor because there is no chair,no bed nor any furnishings other than some straw that I use as my crib. Thereis a metal collar. I was so overwhelmed with the immense joy but not even close to the shooting or releasing the tension. At moments I was also appreciating Roxy, the care she was showing to keep it safe from her teeth and also giving every possible service of love.Every time she wrapped my total gizmo with her tongue and sucked it in, her wet nose was rubbing against my shaved pubic bone. I did not want to entice or encourage her to do it even deeper but simply out of habit, my hands got around her face, one. I hadn’t realized that girls might actually find me attractive. Could this be a hint for my band camp activities? I thought that only people inside the drumline knew about my captainship since it wouldn’t be announced until the first night of band camp.Next I approached Kim. “Kim, how was your summer?”“It was alright,” she replied, “I’m looking forward to next week though.” The insinuations in that last statement drove me crazy as I realized she knew too.Later that day my phone rang—it was. He started to ask, as the ladies were being seated, but as he spoke, the Maître de reached across, picked up the note and crumpled it in his fist. It just became another question in Chris' mind about the entire weekend.As they had the night before, after dinner Chris and Cathy danced to the music of the small dance band but tonight, Cathy and Melissa alternated, each woman immersing herself in the moment, each woman becoming an attachment to Chris as he moved through the floor. It was Chris who.