.. drink my blood ... or fuck me ... or both, just give me a call, okay? Word of warning. I’m a bottom. Strictly a bottom. I’ll need a reach aroun...d. Call me Adam, in any case,” he told me, clearly fighting the urge to kiss me right on the lips.“Thanks, Adam. I’ll bear that in mind,” I winked at him as I left, feeling very flustered now that my shop teacher basically confessed a serious gay crush on me.“Woah, holy smokes, man!” I heard Natasha say as she rushed to my side, as did Heather,. It appears that my wife is planning on taking over as my PA and requires a whole new wardrobe to do so," Sid said.It was after midnight when his wife had returned from visiting Victoria. The discussion at home lasted through most of the night. She had laid down the law about what was going to happen over the next few months. Initially the idea of her serving as his PA was unsettling, but he couldn't find any real objections. The more he thought about the idea, the more he liked it."Your wife is. She knew she could not flee him, so she might as well trust him. He brought out a leather roll and unrolled it, exposing dozens of tiny pockets. From one of these he took out a vial. He dripped the contents on her ankle, she gasped and pulled the ankle away, but soon the pained look on her face eased and she let the leg move back to near him. The foot was twisted at an odd angle from the shin, and he knew it must be set and splinted, to heal.He hated what he was about to do, but he grabbed her. My evening is shot. "I was at Marilyn and Ted's today, and I left my purse at their house. On your way home, could you swing by there and pick it up for me?"Fuck. A detour.I didn't let my annoyance show in my voice when I replied, "Sure, no problem. Anything else?" No. That's all. I'll see you when you get home. Thanks." Okay. See you then." I hung up the phone.Shit shit shit shit shit. All I wanted to do was go home and take it easy. Now I had to go out of my way to stop at the neighbor's and.