..And of course,no one ever expects it. But you see why it's so importantthat no one know about me being me?"Lois considered for a second. "I understa...d. I won't tell.But that question sounded like something a psychologistwould help you with." I've wanted to tell you for a while, but my secret wasjust to weird. I couldn't bring myself to take the risk andopen up to you." So, you were thinking about telling me," said Lois. "Andjust how long did you think you could keep it from me?" Well..." OK,. "Practice makes perfect." Mmmm, consider it done," I whispered before going down on him as I moved around so we could 69 before making love.The next week, he gave me the name of the photographers who "auditioned" the young women in the advertising community for fun. I made phone contact with one, and set up an "information-gathering" session while Paul was away on a three-day business trip.The photogapher was a very pleasant guy named Jim, about five years older than me. I wasn't prepared for. But this was not a stolen moment, and I delved deeper into than I had in a long, long time as I pushed and pulled, in and out ... I found that it required much more concentration to govern the sense of urgency doing this than with my fingers -- several times I almost lost it! Over and over again I let it build deep inside, only to stop just in time to prevent rhat swiftly swelling sensation rising up! So lost I became in what was happening to me that I completely lost track of time as I floated. .after you said you wanted me months ago...I wasn’t thinking straight.”“Fine, but I’m still not staying here. I found a way better place to crash.”“Where?”“Just...somewhere. Why do you even want to know?”“Honestly, I’m just worried because if someone finds you missing, I’m gonna take the rap for not knowing where you are.”“Just lie about it.”“What if the lies run out?”“Then make more lies. It’s that simple.”“C’mon Sam, can’t you just...”Mr. Travis emerges from the wooded path and sees me on the.