I’d finished the William (Billy) O’Conner carton — nada. And was about halfway through Hartman when something niggled at me. I filled a highball...glass with ice and poured myself some spicy Bloody Mary mix. Added Tabasco. Sipped and thought back over what I’d been reading. Something.I sighed and started over on Catherine (not Cathy) Hartman. Boring, but I was no longer sleepy. Like Hobo after the sheep. Something.Then it leaped out at me. I whispered, “Snowbirds.”I looked at the Hartman Funeral. I wasn't happy about leaving my car but I knew the mass transportation inNew York City was one of the best. I figured I could wait and see if Ireally needed it.We talked for another half hour till Stan said, "I really need to begoing." Stan handed me a business card and said, "Figure out what coursesyou want to take and then call the man on that card. He'll make sure youget into the classes. Be a sweet heart and lock up when you leave." Stankissed me once more before getting up to leave.I. Three weeks ago I decided to get back on more even footing. I had taped one of his "toy" sessions with me and turned the tables, blackmailing him. I fucked him with a strap on and showed him how it was to be used as an office toy. Since then we had not met for anything remotely sexual.Now I could feel my whole body tensing in anticipation. I had tried my best to push my needs down. It was his fault I was feeling like this. The last three weeks I spent fantasising about the idea of being taken. Ellie had gone by just as they were getting started, and one of the boys there, who she thought was fairly good looking, but knew Chloe had a major crush on, had taken off his shirt. She decided to stick around and watch, and related the game in detail to Chloe. Hearing about 'her guy' running around shirtless, using his muscular body to catch and throw the Frisbee had given Chloe some very nice images. But as the day went on, other images of him formed in her mind, as she thought about what he.