" You did the right thing. I was still awake, and I was still hoping you'd call back tonight." So wadadaya wanna do?" Sandy asked."I. Well, I want you...to do -- whatever it is you do," I said. "Right away!" Tomorrow?" Yeah! Tomorrow. --Today, really. Just tell me where to come, and when." Come to my place. I don't have an office or anything. It's a house, though. Got my own house." She gave me the address. It was on the north side of Baltimore. The street address sounded familiar, somehow,. “Wish I was twenty years younger. I’d make sure I was number two,” she said and had a glint in her eye. “I’d make bloody sure you didn’t go short of it.”“Carol! You’re my wife’s mother!”“I’m still a woman,” she said. “Look.”She stood up and opened her kimono and I was staring at her naked body. She looked bloody good. Her body was still firm and not wrinkled. A flat belly showed where she worked out at the local gym and, a special thrill to me, a smooth between the legs.“Wow!” I. I couldn't call him Steve becausethe association would be too off-putting. Any feminine name would do butwould I be able to associate it quickly? I had on many occasions called himmy girly man but I couldn't keep doing that. With no flash of insight Idecided to just use Girly as a pet name. I took the clothes I had selected and hung them in the wardrobe in theguest bedroom. As this was happening I went over how I was going to playSaturday night. That Steve was a sub was obvious but I didn't. I walked up to the porch and tapped on the door. The man yelled "It's open. Come in." And I did. They were watching a video of me masturbating in front of them a week ago. They were both on the couch in a darkened corner I could see that they were naked. Don't these people wear clothes? Once again the house smelled of marijuana."Come and sit down with us" he said "but first, take your clothes off and get comfortable." I was confused and reluctant to get into this again. How did they know I was.