"The nurse brought the Doctor a huge syringe full of a pink liquid."Mistress would like a little more firmness in each tit. I am sure youwill agree yo... could use it. So this will hurt. I don't care, you arejust a sissy."The needle plunged into Helen and she screamed and I screamed. The samewith Nancy. Well they were firmer now. Thank you, Mistress.I was panting and Helen and Nancy were quivering. The doctor gave eachbreast a final squeeze and pulled my bra back into place and moved to aposition. I know, this was odd for a man, but I'd found that friendsappreciated my careful grooming.My wife's name was Kimberly. That day we met she asked me which of twoOPI colors she should get for her toes, "You're A Pisa Work" or "I'm NotReally A Waitress." I told her definitely the latter, since winter wascoming on and it would go with her richer colors. "You're so right!" shesaid, and gave me her email, [email protected] and hercellphone number.That very afternoon, I sent her a text. It was far too early in the morning for any activity on the waterfront so we just huddled together in the shelter of our luggage to avoid the chilly sea breezes. It wasn't in the least bit uncomfortable and in fact I found it to be quite relaxing waiting for the rest of humanity to wake up.I had ditched my cell phone back in the hotel room just in case it was being tracked by some organization either legal or illegal. I borrowed Patricia's so I could call the yacht crew to send someone to pick. ." "I know, I know, I'm just k**ding...Oh, wait...I can't Friday. I'm going out with my parents." "Hm. And I'm busy Saturday night," he says, remembering his old friend coming into town. Could he blow that off..? No way; Mark is coming with them. "How about Thursday?" "Uh, sure…" She giggles, and pauses. Did he hear another voice in the room behind her? "That'd be cool." "Okay, I'll come get you around seven. Do you still live over near the high school?" "Yeah, white house." "Great, I'll see.