Often, he played games enjoying a furtive daydream. He asked himself a ‘what would you do if’ question as he watched people walk by. Now, he had...done it and crossed the line. Opening his flat door, he enjoyed being on the other side and he intended to stay there.His flat felt cold and empty devoid of life and soul. He remarked to himself that he made little effort in making this place a home. Its stark painted walls carried no art; they were blank and colourless. His living room did not. Please call me so we can talk about this. I love you!"I knew I couldn't call the police--it was far too soon, and in any case Tommie seemed to have left of her own volition. I called her office but it was after 6:00; everyone at Grand Valley had gone home for the weekend. So I called Damon at home."Hello?" I recognized the slight lilt of Elena's voice."Elena, hi, it's Jack Hitchcock, Tommie's husband." Oh yes Jack, how are you?" I, uh, fine, thank you. Could I talk to Damon for a minute. I’m working in Professor William’s lab while I finish up my masters’ research’ She stared at his hand for a few seconds before cautiously reaching out her own coffee covered hand to shake his. ‘Lena,’ she replied, ‘What do you mean you can help me? If you just transferred, you don’t have the notes.’ ‘Lena is a pretty name,’ he responded still smiling at her. She looked down at her hand, still grasped in his and raised an eyebrow. He blushed, ACTUALLY BLUSHED and dropped her hand. ‘Yeah well,. What other fetishes do you have?" "A few of them. Cumming in your bra's and high heels when I am wearing your clothes - and sometime I would love to dress up like you and practice piano." Granny was flattered. The look in her eyes behind those silver oval glasses really mirrored her mood. I knew she was touched in a way she may not have given much consideration to. "You would really like to be my lover, Harold, would you not?" "Yes, Granny, I've thought of it for a long time, and how nice.