In the fading light I could see her waving me back home. I started back up the slope, picking up my pace as I realized she didn’t have a coat on.“...hat’s up?” I called out as I neared.“Come back to the cabin,” she said.I could tell from her face that something had happened. “What’s wrong?”“Just come back,” she repeated, hurrying off.I caught up. “Something with Tommy? Is his ankle getting worse?”“No, he’s fine. It’s Muireann.”“What? Lara, come on, tell me!”“Don’t be too mad at her, all. So I'm getting ideas of how you would give me that look when you like what I wear, if it suggests anything other than clothes of course because you're a real man that way. I stared in the mirror at my curvy figure just imagining those gorgeous eyes of yours seducing me with just one look. I heard you walking towards the room and you came in ready to leave."Babe, you ready?" You looked me up and down and showed a smile. I spun around. "Lookin' good." Like it?" Mhmm." You came closer and. Something about meeting strangers from the internet. "Actually, we were looking to perform a massage tonight when my student, Matthew, gets out of his college class." I was quite surprised at his answer. I didn't think it would be so soon."Oh, well okay! What time were you thinking? Where is your studio located?" "Well, it would be great if you could come in about an hour. We are located in West Summitsville."West Summitsville was only about thirty minutes from where I lived, so I agreed and. Even though the next day I made it a point to sayhi to him in the hallway, and he sort of ignored me, maybe embarassedto be seen with me with his friends. Maybe afraid of coming out. I went to my fifth initiation intro to the Whipping Club on mondaynight at Biggus' house, his basement rec room more exactly. Therewere only 4 guys there, all black, the portuguese wrestler not showingbecause of a date. Biggus is the jet black heavyweight I had flirted withthis term. There was one other.