...Well, I guess I really gotta write this, dont I?The doc's insist that writing might be the best way for me to deal withit, and wont let me go until...I do, so here goes .....But I am gonna tell it my way.Lets hit the wayback machine back to early October, because that's asclose to the beginning as we probably need to go.Thats when a boy named Tom transferred to Walter Raleigh high school.Tom was ...quiet, shy. An easy target for bullies, who called him "fag"and names like that. But there was. " So, God only gave you part of the information that you need to do a job for him," Detective Jordan asked. The disbelief was clear in his voice."Yeah," Jonas said absently as he looked around. "It sounds pretty crazy doesn't it?" He was silent for a moment before continuing. "He said that he has rules that must be followed too and that his adversary can limit what he sees sometimes. Let's get out and just walk to the corner. Is there a way to keep this dome light from coming on when we open. After some little thought, I just had the sense that this was the beginning of her acceptance of my apology and I knew I had better do what she said I was to do.When I left the shower and entered the bedroom, my wife was there and ordered me to stand, naked, in the corner. “I know someone who needs some naked corner time!” she remarked. “You are not to speak a word unless you are spoken to. You will also call me Master.” After a quarter of an hour, with all manner of thoughts running. ..” I looked into her eyes and waited patiently. Gay men learn early on to wait for women to say what they really mean, a talent that’s served me well over the years. “My toes!” she finally blurted out. “God, it felt so good when you handled them like that. Could... would you... you know, what you do with your friend?” Now I knew what she meant. I looked right into her eyes and told her I’d be happy to give her a new experience. “Please lay down on the bed for me” I told her, pulling back.