" So now I am lying on the floor, blind and silenced. I hear a door open and then close. Lying on the carpet in a silent, dark room, I wonder what is...happening. Leather has not given me instructions, I wonder if I am allowed to touch myself? My hand is just starting to wander down to my pussy when I hear the door open. This time, the foot steps are heavier, not leather's petite footfalls, but someone else’s heavier steps. I feel rough hands pull me up, and they are a man's hands, and I pull. She’s eighty-four and resides in an assisted living complex, in her own small apartment. It took me three hours by bus, but I went to see her, the first time we had laid eyes on each other in sixteen years. She cried so hard the attendants wanted me to leave, but she stopped them.“I thought you were dead,” were the first words out of her mouth. We talked for three hours, and enjoyed a meal together. She begged me to call her and asked me to give her my phone, so she could put the number in. I. Several boys that I dated were into pot, they talked me into trying some and I did. It made me mellow and I saw things in a nice rosy glow, but it also put me in a very susceptible condition and when one of the guys made a move on me I just laid back and said "groovy." Before long every guy at school was showing me his stash of 'killer weed' and asking me out for a date; a date that consisted of the guy getting me high and then collecting his reward for keeping me high.This went on for several. How about your folks? Can they hear you?”Terry: “No, I am in my bedroom on my cell phone.”Tim: “So, do you want to talk about sex?”Terry: “Sure, it’s fun. Are you going to touch yourself like you did last time?”I turned sideways on the couch and put my elbow on the back of the couch. I rested my head while I watched Tim and listened to their conversation. I knew Tim was setting up the conversation and hoping I would join in.Tim: “That will depend on how sexy the conversation gets. Are you going.