”“Clarissa? She’s my closest friend. She’s dating a girl named Glenda.”“Oops,” Nancy laughed. “Sorry. I didn’t realize.”“It’s ...ot like she wears a sign that declares her sexuality any more than you or I do! But there are a couple of girls I’m dating. One from church back home and one here in McKinley. Nothing serious at this point. You?”“I hang out with some girls and guys I graduated with who didn’t leave the area. Nothing serious, we just go out as a group, though everyone has kind of paired. Although I'm not gay and not the least bit interested in any same sex intimacies - for some strange reason I found myself wondering what that bulge in the front of his pants was all about and what it looked like. Was he long or short, cut or un-cut, thick or thin? As the telephone conference droned on in the background I paid less and less attention to the participants and I began wondering if he was still a virgin or if he had already learned how to make love, well at his age it wasn't making. I wake up carefree every morning now. When I am at work, my mind isfocused anew upon the tasks at hand because I am not as distracted bymy domestic life as I once was. My boss informed me that I am due forpromotion next month! My dinner is lovingly made for me, in accordancewith my tastes. I can relax without worry every evening, sharing a teawith Jeremy in the roseal sunlight of the setting sun or enjoying thesoothing relaxation as he cleanses my feet.Of Jeremy's happiness? He never says "no".. The servants left out your bed clothes but you ignore these instead going straight to your trunk to pull out your french silk stockings, whalebone corset which barely contains your amazing rack, with a garter belt and straps to hold up the stockings. You then untie you abundant hair and await my arrival. You hear the Clock in the tower strike 1:45. You lie there thinking about what is to come, you feel a warming between you legs. You slowly move your hand down impatient with what is about to.