The question read, “What was his fourth grade teacher’s name?” She didn’t hesitate in writing down, “Mrs. Forbes”.Finally, I slid the thir... card across the table to her, “How many siblings did Neil Austin’s mother have?”Again, Dallas didn’t hesitate. “She was the youngest of thirteen children.”Now it was time to throw her a curve ball—a question that couldn’t be obtained by researching Neil Austin on the internet. Neil’s major in college was the same as mine; Psychology. If she was telling the. Then beingpulled from my gurney, the cool suffocating air on my face as myrespirator mask was removed, the feel of cold metal as unseen hands laidme out. Darkness. Warm fluid covering me, drowning me, feeble strugglesas I felt like I was floating away...Then nothing. No dreams, no sensation, barely an awareness of a moment'stime, like I'd been switched off.And then switched on. Everything felt paralyzed, tingling like my foothad fallen asleep but over my whole body. Blinding light, coughing. "It's settled then. Say an hour and a half or so?" Getting ready for a date was something that now seemed unnatural to her. Haley had not been this nervous since she was a schoolgirl going out for the first time. The folks back home would have been shocked, even appalled to know that she was having dinner with a black man, no matter his standing in the community. In the little redneck town that she was from 'good' white girls stayed with their own race; anything else was taboo. That, along with. Gently running his hand over my back and ass he asked me about my prior D-s experience as we waited for the candles to melt a little. I shared a few stories.. they weren't anything too interesting or intense! Finally it was time for the first drop.He held the candle high to allow the wax to cool a bit before hitting my soft white flesh. It hit like a zap of electricity. Sharp and cool with a tingly-hot finish. He asked how it felt. It felt amazing! Dripping circles upon circles around and.