These items are all that remains of my life before becoming Kitty Siam. The first 18 years of my life I was known as contract number 9223931 which tra...slates to lot 92, batch, 23, matrix 3931. One of my crew mates who has a thing for historical music sometimes plays an old recording of a song called, "Feel Like A Number" and complains often how without his service number no one would recognize him. The secret that I once had a number for a name is something that I dare not let out to my crew. She's probably getting my jacket," I said."Are you all right?" she asked, looking closely at my legs.It was always the same when she came near me. I blanked for a few seconds. Her gaze was steady and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. "We played our first game yesterday. I got racked pretty good," I said, doing a deep knee bend to try to get limber. It was true; it had been a grueling day. The Dearborn running back and I had punished each other from the beginning to the end of the game. Even. ‘How could I have been so blind not to notice that delectable behind?’ Sheri came back to the living room looking more like her old self, but was very quiet during their shared dinner, she wasn’t her normal exuberant self. Mac was also quiet while he ate and spent most of the time staring at Sheri in a curious way. Inwardly Sheri felt like the biggest fool that ever lived. ‘Thank goodness he has no idea what I thought this evening would be like.’ she thought ‘I’m not sure I could face him. Jan was always exiting and unpredictable presenting me with something new to show how pleased she was to see me at weekends after a heavy week on the rigs. We’d talked about a committed relationship but for now this was fine. This week my Queen Boadicea and who knows who’ll she’ll be next time. Dressed and garnished in Roman gear she looked as seducible as ever and I could not wait to get my body functions erupting with hers. But patience is a virtue sure enough and with Jan an absolute reward.