He said, " Hello sweetie,how's my slave today?" I Typed back," I'm not your slave sir and don't wantto be." He typed, " Lol, You will be soon enough. ... know Pat loved being withme and she will convince you that you should do my bidding." I gasped but knewhe was right. From the way she was talking last night, she was on his side.He then sent, " You will look so cute with a hairless body, a bra and pantiesand maybe some high heels." I told him I would never wear such things. He againsent, " Lol,. I decided not to explain his motivation, but saved it for a post script I’d publish in a year. The cynic in me still lives. Where did the framed picture come from? Did it originate in some random neuron firestorm? Or is the firestorm the result of some other influence? If you believe in the metaphysical, you can see they come from the eddies of the energies of the universe. SOMEone WAS that narrator at some time and maybe, somehow, I began to channel him. After a year of very different images. We spotted them on the dance floor. I said “Let’s go get those two” to Brenda, so we danced our way across the floor. We walked right up to these black guys and suggestively danced while unabashedly rubbing up against them. The song wasn’t even over when I said to them both “You’re with us tonight. Ready to go?”They had separate cars so we paired off for the ride home and went back to an apartment. One of them lived there. I don’t even remember their names so I guess I will call them Black and. When she was about fifteen feet from shore, she saw the first guy coming down the trail completely nude. When he saw what she was doing, he hurried down the trail and dove into the water to stop her. He swam swiftly, but Dawn had too much of a head start and quickly left him behind.With her heart pumping rapidly, she canoed until she reached a small island, where she dried off and put on the clothes that she had placed in the canoe. She heard the muffled voices of the men screaming for her to.