"Three days I'm gone, and look at this place," I said to Ed."Hey, who the fuck are you?" Oh, Jesus. There was some guy sitting on the couch, watching ...TV."I live here. Who the fuck are you, and where's my mother?" She's still asleep." He gave me a leer. "I wore her out last night." I could see his eyes all over me. I was wearing a simple shorts and tee-shirt set, but it flattered my curves-and this scumbag was taking them all in."That's nice. You can leave now." I said."Sharon said I could. Are you selling me tonight?”“Ha! That’s one way to put it. Yes, I’m the auctioneer. Now, I know you’re probably nervous as hell and not a little scared. You will be safe, I promise. Have you given any thought to how you want to be presented?”“Not really.”“What do you want from this. Your form has quite a few force me items.”“My fantasies are along the lines of being forced to be obedient.”“I see. A fairly common fantasy, actually. How does this sound? You’ll come onto the stage frightened, not. The nurse was busy wiping down surfaces near and far, but when Donovaneventually slid down she came back. She reached below the medi-bed,pulled out a bundle of clothes and handed it to Donovan."Those aren't mine." Donovan eyed the pieces as if they might bite herback."Sweetie, your old one wouldn't fit you anymore."Of course, the nurse was right. It probably would look comical trying towear a jumper for an over nine feet man as five feet five woman. With asigh, Donovan started to unfold the. She also found that she liked sex in public. As most people will tell you who have tried it, the excitement that comes with the fear of getting caught can be pretty addictive, and though I still preferred our garage apartment, Ann talked me into several daring encounters:We fucked in a vacant counselor's office, right there in the administration building, the door locked but people walking by outside all the time. I sat in the big desk chair, my pants lowered to my butt, while Ann lifted her.