I just sat, looking at myself and asking questions. The answers were elusive. The problem for a woman like me is finding a woman like her, like Tilly....They are like Halle’s Comet, they don’t come past my orbit every day. Rare and glorious is what they are. They understand a mind like mine. So few people do. Oh, for certain there are dozens who wield a whip, wear leather and use ropes and all the paraphernalia of the D/s crowd. But those with the mind, the intellect, the sheer strength of will. She was about 35 years then. She was married for nearly 15 years but did not have any c***d. It was said she had several miscarriages. Her husband was not employed but was well do to with income from ancestral property.He had some chronic disease and though he was taking treatment he did not get well and died later. I had heard her many times speaking ill of him to my father and mother.{ It was told that Sellamma was duped to marry him after hiding true aspects of his health from her family. . Arriving in Fresno, I finally met the person I had been corresponding with online for months and the person who had decided to give up her marriage in order to do what she pictured as being a great improvement. So we left from the Fresno airport and made our way to Bakersfield and then headed out across the Mojave Desert in the middle of the night. I was falling asleep behind the wheel and you could say that I was driving by Braille. We found a motel out in the middle of this place that looked. “I think we’d better stay here,” Kate said, laying a hand on my shoulder. “She’ll tell us when she needs us. She’s just too excited to sit.”“I guess you’re right,” I said. “I just don’t want her to think we’re not paying attention.”“I know you’re paying attention, lovers,” Lissa said behind us. “And I need you now.”We turned to look back and Lissa was standing in the doorway completely naked.“Please help me,” she said.That was all the invitation it took for us to be off the sofa and gathering.