The large board folded down to reveal a thin camping type mattress on the other side; another sheet of thin wood remained to block off the cab part of...the van. Patti looked at me and grinned, "Voila, your bed madam." As she crawled on to the stained mattress I said,"What on earth is that doing in here?" Patti laughed,"Oh you are such an innocent Ann. Like I said, this is a passion wagon. Wesley takes it up to town, picks up a rent boy and fucks him in here. Don't waste any more time sugar, get. The next morning, Patty and I had a few moments of peace to talk, though after eighteen years, some subjects are still a bit hard to start, we have always been quite open with one another. Patty began by asking if I had really had no contact with Eve, which I was able to say not on the last occasion, but that she had given me a BJ the evening before, I went on to describe both the Dungeon and the Punishment, and Eves reaction to the pain.Patty sat in silence taking in the details of what I had. When I got to work there were very few people in so I sat down at the computer to check my appointments. I had one mid morning full body massage to cover and the rest of the day was free. After the massage, I closed out my computer and headed home. It had been a long time since I had been home early and it was quite nice to enter an empty house. It seemed so peaceful and quiet with a light snow falling outside I figured it would be nice to get comfortable so I entered my room and began to get. I felt so bad for the man in the white female bus driver’s life. The poor guy was locked up for who knows what and the woman in his life, the mother of his offspring was about to betray him for money. Women really have zero scruples. Oh, I know that men aren’t saints. Earlier today, a longtime friend of mine, a guy named Stanley, disappointed me in the worst of ways. The local public library carries several books that I’ve written. Most of them are in the African-American section. I picked one.