I can hear cars in the distance going to and fro, I even hear a car door slam, although I’m not paying attention. ‘GODDAMN YOU!’ I hear a screa..., I almost let go of the railing out of surprise of the brake in silence. Lydia is at the bottom of the tower looking up at me, she still looked like a ruffled little angry kitten, even from up here. ‘Come down here right now!’ She screams. ‘At lest I still have my clothes on.’ I yell down at her trying to make a joke of the situation, I can tell by. I couldn't even imagine being a part of either scenario.First, I was straight. Secondly, I was a good girl. I didn't fight, I didn't wrestle and I sure as heck didn't have sex in front of an audience. Don't get me wrong, I liked sex and I loved to be fucked hard, both my long term boyfriends who were pretty aggressive in the bedroom, something which somehow turned me on. Even though I was shy, I liked to please. I l researched my personality change during sex one day on the Internet and learned. He tried to grab me from college a couple of times but my dad was always there to pick me up and drop me off even though I only lived a ten minute walk away.He eventually grabbed me one day about two months from our last encounter when I was going between classes at lunch, he handed me a small black square velvet box and gave me a half smile.''Please tell me this isn't what I think it is?!'' I whispered''Open it and see...'' he smiledI opened the box to see a pair of big diamond stud earrings. “Mistress Mary would like you to have this.”Kayla took the letter with a certain amount of trepidation. She unfolded it to find it was handwritten in beautiful, flowing script.“Kayla, from the moment our eyes met yesterday, I was certain you were the one I have been searching for. I’m not as young as I used to be, and I have quite a large flock. I wouldn’t want any of them to stray for lack of attention. Thus, I have been searching for someone to help me tend them. After last night, I’m.