"No," I said, "It just some kind of trick, look here comes Burt one of my best friends."Waving down the cabbie he stopped, "Yeah pal where ya going?" ...ome on Burt stop playing you know I live at 21 Sycamore, come on take me home." Yeah, yeah right keep your shirt on!" We pulled out and the cabbie passed a police car drawing the officer's attention and waving at me then doing a crazy sign.The cab with the 3 of them stopped in front of a broken down condemned house, George ran from the cab in the. He now had a swanky office with all the bells and the whistles and half a dozen staff working under him.I grabbed a beer and plunked back against the bar, sipping the chilled liquid and surveying the crowd. I wondered for the thousandth time why architects and those connected with any form of art often sprout beards and / or act so whimsically. Dilip himself had a beard, wore trousers that seemed to be bought in a flea market and slippers that looked like he had found abandoned in some. Then, suddenly, she spun on her heels. “You can come out now,” she declared, facing the screen with arms folded. “Come on Anne, I know you’re there.” The blood drained from my face and guilt threatened to choke me. I had never felt so terrible. She knew I was there? No! Terrified to face her, I tiptoed from my hiding place with a heart as heavy as a convict’s on route to the gallows. My hands shook and when I tried to speak, tried to tell her I was sorry, nothing at all came out. “Look at me.. I also wore my collar I had only picked it up a week before. I sat down at the table. Sir says, "Nice, and am I to assume you aren't wearing a bra." I look down and nod my head. I am not sure why I can chat for hours on line or with some people in person but with Sir I have troubles saying what I need to, when he asks my stuff like that. "Did you wear what I asked you?" he asked me. "Yes, Sir." I said.Did you not do what I asked you?" he asked. (He is referring to not masturbating over the.