Though I refused to share any photos of myself (which I still do), I indicated that I would prefer to chat via emails/messenger first and get to know ...ur interests first. Note that this was not the first such mail that I received. But every such mail I receive, I first ask for an email/messenger chat. If it does work out well, the next step is a real meet at a public place. Just as in other cases, I set forth my conditions and Sridevi agreed as she also felt safe about it.Initially we started. Upon entering we noticed a gang of 12-14 young men, aged in their 20's to late thirties. They were very loud and quite boisterous as they drank watching the Stoke City match on the large screen TV.We found a table in a quieter corner and hubby went to the bar to order our lunch, he had gammon whilst I opted for Lasagne. As he waited at the bar my eyes drifted to the group of lads, they were a mixed bunch, tall, short, some muscular others skinny. I worked out from observing them that they were. Well to her surprise when she opened her bedroom door Caleb had actually taken her up on her threats and showed up at her house. On her bed she saw he had stripped it of everything except the bottom sheet and had rope and other toys laying there. She had made the mistake once telling him she was into BDSM. “What are you....?” Caleb walks over to her and puts a finger on her lips to silence her question. Seeing her in just her towel makes him so excited he can barely control himself, but is. ’ We hope you enjoy the stories. Chapter 1 I often sit around wondering what might have been. The choices we make in life: did I make the right ones? I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes and have done a lot of things that I’m not proud of, but I think back on my younger days and always wonder, ‘What if?’ I know everyone probably looks back on the decisions they made. Some we’re happy with, others we wish we could have ‘Do Overs’. Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way. I think back twenty plus.