.). My Boss was writing on a dry erase board at the front of the room. At one point he put the cap on the marker and, while still talking, put the mar...ker right in between my boobs! My hands were full and here i was with this big marker sticking strait up from my tits! Everyone chuckled but the Boss kept right on talking like nothing was unusual. I was shocked and embarrassed but didn't know what to do. i just stood there until he took the marker out a few minutes later. Nothing else was said. When you go to the swap chair, also known colloquially as the "mercy seat" you may not be fried as inthe electric chairs of old, but you'll still die. A total identity deathwith all your memories changed to that of your victim and your very bodychanged by the magitech into that of your victim down to the very lastdetail is still death just as much as it would be if you were strappeddown and fried, gassed, or injected. Capital punishment in the old sensewas on it's way out anyway; many called it. I was the scared one. It was the first time I really WANTED to make love to a man. I think that those points are key. "I wanted." "Make LOVE." I have two women that I love telling me that Dave is who I need.I'm really not that good of a lesbian. Don't get me wrong ... On every level, Pat has lifted me. She showed me that sex was something to be shared and relished and given and taken. My first lesbian contact. Carlita was my second.I don't know how many boys, exactly. None of them was any good.. I was writing this because of the huge response I received from all you readers. I have received hundreds of mails and asking me to continue the story. So I am writing the continuation. In the first part you came to know how my relation started with my son. From then on we use to make love regularly when ever we wanted. He wanted me to look very beautiful and sexy as in movies or like ladies in Hindi serials. He bought saris which suited me well even though they are of high cost. We use to go.