Naked, aching, standing outside on the street. I looked around, a few cars were passing by. Again the horns sounded. I just needed to get inside. In d...sparation, I buzzed our neighbour's button. 'Hello?' she queried after a few minutes, probably after getting out of bed. 'Hi, Justine, it's me. Sorry to disturb you but I was working late and forgot my key, could you please buzz me in?' I asked. 'Sure thing, dear' she said. She was a slender French woman in her late fifties. Long, brunette hair,. So I guess I am just gonna go with the flow .its now 8 pm and I get a nether e mail from her that she has everything taken care of I have no need to worrie about anything .so I couldn't help and ask but what about your hubby . she replys to me its coverd don't worrie.. ok I wont worrie .that following morning I get on plane and fly out to her .and the whole time even thoe I should be scared or nervous I was in the state where I was just excited to meet up with her even thoe in the back of my. Another month or so, found me sucking her boobs as she masturbated me, then, after that, there were a few exploratory missions into her panties with a finger probing her warm and mysterious inner wonders.On this particular Friday, we had tickets to a Red Sox game and were then driving down to her parent's cottage on Cape Ann for the rest of the weekend.After the game, we were immediately traffic-jammed in Kenmore Square in bumper-to-bumper traffic which was barely crawling along. At the worst. Is that what I was? What a horror! I’d agree to anything to escape that. Whatever my future holds, must be far better. The more I concentrate on that image, the quicker it diminishes. So do my self-destructive emotions. Only a giddy sense of happiness remains.I cannot even remember my old name! I can choose a new name reflecting the potential for a glorious future!My attention is drawn to a small tattoo on my right hip. It is a lovely pink heart with tiny wings and the designation “S0491”.