Ever since that day, I've lived with that void. It's one that Frank fills quite often.I told him how much I enjoyed the feeling of powerlessness that...I experienced while he made love to me that first time. He was more than happy to continue exploring that and I soon found that I was doing whatever Frank wanted of me. I was his servant, his slave. He would constantly put me in stranger positions and scenarios and, though I was initially frightened, I enjoyed them on the same basic level. Each. Though I'm sure if we'd started walking insteadof waiting here, we'd be there by now."She was right."No, I have a better idea," she said, glancing down at the device.Following her lead, we walked into the little parking lot behind thecoffee shop on the corner. This cute looking guy was just stepping outthe back door, coffee in one hand, keys in the other. He was all ruggedand muscular under his flannel shirt and he had these striking blue eyesthat could make a boy swoon. He was making a good. Midway through the four week period Scott attended a wedding reception. After giving his best to the bride and groom he socialized with a few of his friends that were there. They brought him up to date on things that had happened while he was in South America. Unfortunately there were no single ladies there that he could hook up with but he knew it was a long shot at best that something like that would happen.In another week Scott would go back to work. The pain in his hip was markedly reduced. Dick would have her naked and screaming "Harder!" in about ten seconds.Or even worse, she might not believe me and go into Full Seduction Mode just to prove I was lying. No thanks. Dick would have her naked and screaming "Harder!" in about two seconds."No. I'm not gay."I hadn't even finished saying the 'y' in 'gay' when she spat out her next question:"So then what's wrong with me?"Uh-oh. The gay question was just a ruse. A lead-in. A take-away.I don't know what it was that I'd ever done to.