It looked new, I didn't see it earlier that day, so it must have been recent. My hands shook as they dug for a sharpie in my backpack. "I miss you," ...as all I could come up with. I kept getting notes and surprises all over the place. I was beginning to lose my mind at the fact that I couldn't contact him. I knew nothing about him, not even his last name. There was no way I could find him. I was beginning to give up, when a thought suddenly occurred to me. I dashed to the stock room and. Standing outside of the room, she noticed that it was open, the inside slide lock holding the door ajar.“Sir, are you in there,” she called, squeakily from the door.“S.C., should I come in,” she asked when no answer came. SC was his agreed upon ‘casual’ name. Sir was the preference, or Master, but SC was the casual alternative. It was significant, as it stood for something very special.With no answer, she pushed open the door a little at a time, until she was standing just inside the door. She. “She’s been a Godsend to me this past month. Friends have been hard to come by for a baby-killer like me. Aside from starting at a new school, it seems that I have a nasty reputation. Emma never stopped treating me well. I asked her because she needed a way to get in to see me. I put it on Facebook because she means a lot to me. Don’t worry, I don’t intend to pick a date until we’re both graduated and there’s a good chance we’ll call it off, but for now, we’re on the same page. I only put up. ‘That’s a lot of money for this show’, I thought to myself confused. A moment later the door at the back of the stage opened, the one the dancers used, and two large, black men came onto the stage. Both were naked, well built, and well hung. As they knelt down next to my wife, the screen on my both came down blocking my view. I shoved some money back in the slot, but the screen didn’t go up. The little read-out was telling me there was a special show going on and I needed to put more.