I rode the electric pony until I don’t remember getting off—figuratively and literally.My friend Q is very good with his hands. He also can build ...nd make some very imaginative toys and ‘furniture’. Last night we debuted his latest creation—a wooden pony with an electric mane. I’ve ridden the pony many times before so I know the dread, and secret anticipation, that swell in the pit of my stomach from the time, usually a couple days in advance, he tells me that our next meeting will begin with a. I screamed as loud as I could. It was like I had been shot. He removed the clamp leaving the needle in me. He reached down for something and I felt the needle being pushed out. He was replacing the needle with some kind of metal ring. The needle fell out and the ring was in place. It must have been a big one because I could feel its weight. He left me there freshly pierced. After the session when I was back in my cell I got the chance to look at it. It was a large gauge metal ring. “Excellent,” the colonel said. “We have agreed with your State Department’s request to allow you to operate inside the country Mr. Taylor, but I want to be very clear, we do not want any difficulties. While you do enjoy diplomatic immunity, we will expel you from Russia if you step out of line even once. Is that clear?”Taylor didn’t wait for the translator to finish and replied in Russian.“I appreciate that, Colonel, and I will try my best to keep from causing you any problems. But those girls. Shelby and I nodded and smiled broadly. Over breakfast, we discussed what had happened and Dave pointed out that I hadn’t actually pleasured Shelby. She had made love to me - again. I blushed a little. Truth is, I wanted to please Shelby but I was nervous, unsure of myself. After all, I’d never made love to a woman, never taken the initiative. Dave came up with the solution… We all went for a shower, together. Dave handed me a sponge and told me to wash Shelby's beautiful body. I started with.