Thisoccurs most mornings since his obsession with sex carries into his sleep and heconstantly has highly sexed dreams. Many involving his being the m...asterin charge of torture in which he sexually abuses beautiful, voluptuousfemales. This particular dream involved his being the torture master in aSouth American country and he had spent most of the dream inflicting horrificelectro-torture on a magnificent female specimen..He lay on his bed, legs spread and his 6 inch cock throbbing in his. So I was acting odd. Heather took it as I was seeing someone else behind her back. So she left.” He paused and looked up at me. His eyes were pleading and lost. He looked like a distressed child. “You still haven't figured out where this is going? That 'other girl' is you.” There was stupefied silence, then, that reverberated around the car. I was completely, utterly stunned by his words. It couldn't be true. It couldn't be true. It couldn't be true. “I – are you lying to me?” I stammered. “Is. " No," Kayla insists. "I entered this relationship with 'Stephanie', not'Steve'. And even I sometimes, you know, 'forget', but- but I- ugh, Idunno. I really don't know how to put this into words, I'm sorry, Steph,I- ugh." You still consider yourself to be straight, don't you?" I ask."...Maybe from a sexual point of view?" Kayla replies uncertainly. "Butit's not like any of the guys I had sex with were, you know, 'earthrocking'..." Sex- sex isn't everything though, right?" I ask, biting my lip. ” She continued.“Baz?” I asked.“Dirty little bastard, worse than Gary in that respect. Makes porno films, amongst other things. So which one did you work with?”“Oh Steph,” I replied.I danced, wearing a black mask. Stripped, and writhed on the stage. I had their attention, held it, and worked the stage. A youngster on the edge of the stage, watched me, I danced for him, keeping eye contact. He should, I knew have been at home studying. His final exams were just two weeks off, but he was here,.