Rhonda had been married for years and her husband simply stopped paying any sort of attention to her, especially sexually. Rhonda had an average body...for a woman in her 50s, stout in some areas from working on boats, fleshy from working on computers in others, not entirely unattractive. She found me through my profile, it's not at all sexual in nature but it enticed her enough to want to set up a meeting with me. We met at a coffee shop where it became apparent to me that she was looking for. "I half turned. "Master?" Come back." I did so. "Now walk to the door again." I did this three times before he said, "You have a beautiful walk. I love the way your hips sway..." He waved me off -- and my hips swayed MORE because I was smiling and I wanted him to enjoy it. Stupid, eh? After what he'd just done to me? But he said it and I knew he was telling the truth and it was complimentary -- and he didn't hand out compliments...As I wiped my chin, neck, and chest in the bathroom, I realized. She'd fuck 'em, all of them, separately or together, and in every possible combination, and love every minute of it. And the sex would fill her with love, love for each of them, and she'd love every minute of loving them, too.To get you've got to give."To get you've got to give works as much for love and sex as it does for everything else in life," she said out loud.Danny fluffed up her hair and smiled at her image in the mirror."Time to go do some giving," she said, slipped on high-heeled. In the week that followed after their initial introduction to the hairbrush, Pete had, indeed, detected a reduction in the amount of drama he could hear coming from his three tenants next door. He managed to catch a glimpse of his system in action early one morning. He was picking up the morning paper, when he saw Laura and Lana through their kitchen window trading words about something.But instead of it turning into a shouting match as in the past, Lana stormed out of the room and dragged.