It was weird how we first met, I was late for a class, when a car pulled up and I didn’t hesitate to get in. We exchanged pleasantries, and I thanke... him profusely for the ride while he gave me his number, joking if I ever needed a chauffeur again, to give him a call. Though I was taken with his chivalry of sorts, it was not until our next meeting at the local supermarket did we make a connection, and I promised him that I would call, after his playful chastisement. Being me though has its. Just for a short while, and then she let her feet travel up and down my stomach and my chest, using her toes to tug at my chest hair and even pinch my nipples.I noticed her looking for her notepad, and the displeased look in her eyes when she saw I had just thrown it on the floor, on top of my cluttered pile of clothes. But then she put her feet on my shoulders and pushed down, and I understood what she wanted.I got down on my knees, and she put her feet in my face, massaging my face with her. Each movement was deliberate and strong, an expertly placed kick, a slight pivot of his hip or a shift of his weight. This man was a warrior in the trust sense of the word. Martial Arts was more than simply a hobby for him or even a fighting technique. It was how he defined himself and how he communicated with the world. It was a fact that had kept him from opening a dojo of his own, he refused to pass his soul down to a man who would treat it as a hobby. He had spent much of his life waiting. "The couple left the community center and made their way to the pickuptruck they had left home in that morning. Jeri found climbing in arevealing experience as his overly high step caused an upward slide ofhis hem and exposed the lace of his slip and the tops of his stockings.One of the sponsors, Ellen Ratcliffe, had accompanied the couple to thetruck and was quick to advise Jeri of his less than lady-like entrance,"Jeri you will have to be more dignified entering and exiting thattruck, you.