See youlater. You can smoke more if you want but I have to see you smoke 20cigarettes today otherwise how do I know you haven't just thrown themaway?...I don't know why but Lucy giving me permission meant that I had anothertwo cigarettes before I finished cleaning my room and another in thebathroom. I didn't need the cigarettes but something drew me, a normallysober slightly hungover keep fit fanatic to just try a few to see what itwas like. After all I knew that a few sportspeople smoked but. They felt so light and empty as she rubbed them in her hand. 'No Mistress,' I said meekly. She squeezed my balls and pulled them down. 'Oh, this isn't what you want? How dare you sissy?' She said, pulling me across her lap. 'The problem is sissy,' She said, pulling my frilly pink babydoll up, 'Is that you don't know what you want. I do.' 'Yes Mistress,' I squeaked. She pulled my arm up and behind my back and attempted to grip my cock between her jeans, 'Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic,' She. Most having to do with looks or wealth and personality. Dan should have picked one that had something to do with the heart or soul or something equally vague. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.It felt like a lie. The type of lie Dan’s father would tell his mother.The instructor came by and took Dan’s test and handed out another. The other’s test-takers gave a collective groan, not caring if it made them look bad.Dan understood their frustration. Their potential employers were moving. ”My stomach was in knots as I stood at her apartment door and rang the bell while thinking what in the world can she have to tell me?” But as the door opened the vision of Colette standing barefooted in just a British Airlines t-shirt made knees grow weak. She wore no lipstick and looked relaxed as if she could have just been having sex.With a knowing smile she said, “Poor baby,” took me by the hand, pulled me inside and hugged me tightly to her body. “It’s nothing that you should be worrying.