"Okay Lillian", I whispered, I accept your proposal." "Good answer," she replied, "Go sit on my bed." She walked over to me carrying a pair of black p...ntyhose, reached behind me, and tied my wrists with them. Then she took her bra off and put it over my eyes like a blindfold. The smell of her perfume on it was intoxicating, and I was getting even harder. She asked me if I had masturbated recently, and I told her I hadn't in a few days. "Good...I want to see how much you can shoot," she said. I. It’s so hard to explain. I told you I found your book in a used book store in Cambridge and was blown away, and I knew I had to read everything and that’s what I did. I got out all of your books from the library. I was just finishing graduate school at Boston University and had to have a topic for my dissertation. I had several poetry courses, you know, the eighteenth century classical poets, the Romantics, I did a great paper on Blake by the way, and Keats, you would have loved my paper on. It was not a bank, I did not hear an ATM. And it was not a police roadblock. Not only was the stop really short, nobody said anything and we were driving away at almost a crawl. Finally, I could feel us turning, and about 30 seconds later turning again, and the nose of his car rising sharply. Then Doug stopped, backed up about a foot, then put the car in park and turned off the engine. He then announced we were there.“OK Doug, where in the hell are we?”“Just outside of Creekside.”“OK, that is. And if he missed and the car fell into the water, so what? No one loved him anyway, his wife certainly didn’t. The thought of a divorce, prolonged court battles, and angry visitations scared Scott so much he immediately pushed such possibilities out of his mind. He needed to do something daring to prove to himself he was still a man, and he needed to do it now. The furious thirty-eight year old was smoking cigarettes so quickly and unconsciously, he realized with a start he was down to his last.