.....Good, thanks......Is there any chance Icould bring Marissa in tomorrow morning for her SRS?......Oh great, ok,see you in the morning then, bye no...." What's a SRS?" I asked her as she approached me with a ball gag.Ignoring me, she gagged me and then left the room.Part VIOnce again, in the morning she helped me dress then drove me cuffed andgagged to the same doctor who castrated me. The same two nurses werethere, and before I knew it, I was strapped down on the operating tablewith my legs. She had it narrowed down to two and the first one she contacted was curious but apprehensive. She’d dated a bit since her husband bailed with a younger woman but never let it get beyond kissing. Having a young lover as a forty-three-year old was a bit scary.With Lori’s recommendations and reassurances she at least agreed to meet Philip. They all went on a hike together and shared a picnic lunch in the wilderness. Wilma warmed up to the young man who reminded her of her own son, something she. “Life’s never easy,” she said. “This is why you have to be more careful about telling people about the money,” she reminded me gently.”“I know,” I said with a sigh. “It’s kind of sad really. I was perfectly willing to share with them.”“Well, some people don’t get that,” she said sympathetically. “They might be perfectly fine people, but the expense of the baby might have been more than they knew how to handle. In any case, welcome home, Cheryl!” she told her, trying to brighten the mood. “We’re. No more was said and we went back into the party.On the Tuesday after the party I got an alert on my phone from Paul, which was completely out of ordinary, it was a invitation to meet up for a pint and a chat, there was a gnawing in my stomach, I had overstepped the mark by admitting my guilty pleasures. I agreed to meet him the following Saturday in Glasgow.Saturday arrived and with some reluctance I made my way to the city centre and we meet up in a quiet pub, we settled down with our pints.