“The game is service. And that means?” Ashley hesitates. “On my knees?” “ Is that an answer or a question?” Ashley stands up straighter... “On my knees.” “ That's better,” Joi encourages. “Always on a lower level. Now if the game calls for romance or seduction, equal footing would be fine. The game of service has very specific rules. And never, ever, ever pink undergarments – unless told to wear them of course.” Joi smiles softly. Some girls need to be broken, others coaxed. Ashley is one of. I would sometimes go to the restroom during study hall, go into a stall and quietly masturbate. After school at home, I would masturbate to the fantasies I had about some of the girls in my classes and even a few of my female teachers.This went on for two years, I was too afraid to act on my desire of being with another girl or woman. The thought of coming out terrified me, the fear of being targeted by my peers was terrifying.Then one day, I had a fantasy of making love with Heather who. We traveled to the Emerald isle recently and stayed with friends, my best mate actually. A few drinks and some wit and banter got the conversation to more daring raunchy level, with sexual likes and pervesions. Secrets were revealed and it opened a night of flirtation and temptation. My 28 year old wife Zara loves sex and when we are alone we act out our fantasies, threesomes being a favorite, and this was a night with no exception. We eventually were about to retire for the night and it was. Won’t you humor me?”“Perhaps if you told me a little more about the piece...” he says.“I’d rather not say anything more now,” I tell him. “Maybe after the test has been run.”He throws up his hands. “It’s your money, Mrs. Calvalli, and I’m telling you you’re wasting it. But if you insist—” He tells me a number. It’s a good bit more than I’d expected, we occasionally do DNA work at the firm and that’s cheaper, but I suppose comparisons with extinct-animal DNA are a little esoteric. I write him.