..I stopped going to see Mike shortly after the time I saw him that I wrote about on page 5. I can't remember exactly why I stopped going to see him. ... know that I almost always had girlfriends, between them and starting a career, it was hard to get away. I do know that I was not the only guy he was, "massaging." That was a turn off for sure.It would be years until my next experience. I was older now, 30ish I think. I was by now mostly just living out fantasies by watching porn. I found that I. Mr. Payne is also not very attractive with his hairy body but baldinghead.Mr. Payne in decking out in his black jeans and leather vest and sittingon a chair in the small room which only has a mattress that has no sheetsand is on the floor and a chair in which he is perched.I set my bag on the mattress and proceed to get undressed. He watches meand I remove all of my boy clothes and am standing naked before him. Ilook through my bag and begin to lay out the clothes I am going to dressin. Black. It's just us out here; no one else at her job smokes and you can't see the back of the building from the road. She wraps her arms loosely around my shoulders in an embrace and kisses my neck. "So have you missed me this week, Lover?" she asks in a kitten like purr. She pulls back to look in my eyes while running her hands down my shoulders, cupping my breasts and squeezing them. My body reacts to her touch and I feel myself get damp. "You know I have, Baby," I reply. I gently push her against. With terror I saw that in place of his eyes he had two gaping pits of molten lead that seemed to be in turmoil from some inner rage. Even his dagger-wielding hand seemed to be consumed by fire. His movement was carried on to a lunge at the charred, smoking bed, snarling "Flaming flesh! Fire in the heart!"While I was gasping for breath and the firedancer was off-balance, Nightbreeze was moving. I noticed vaguely that she had risen, but then I lost sight of her actions in the smoke and confusion.