Actually the men I fell for were strong, aggressive, but intelligent types as well."Yes, I suppose so," I said in agreement. I looked around then adde...d, "Doesn't seem that too many guys what to dance with a gimp." Oh, I just think it's that they know what to make of you yet. Some of them think you are a man hating lesbian. Some of the women are afraid for that reason as well. They think you might force them into having sex with you somehow." You might want to tell them that lesbian rape is. “Our bedroom? What did he leave, Mick?”“Burt, why don’t you tell her.”“It’s a top of the line, high definition video camera,” he answered as he stepped down from the chair with a small object in his hand. “Oh with a wide band microphone. That thing can pick up a drop of cum hitting a mattress.”Deb looked from Burt to me and stood, dropping her hands to her side as Burt passed them, ignoring her bare breasts and going to the kitchen.“Cameras and microphones?”“Yup, he left them here and over at. She included the occasional camisole type item or a lacey babydoll thing as well, just to keep variety I guess.I finally got curious about who's underthings I'd been getting off on, so finally when I had nothing better to do, I started up the stairs with my customary hampers full of dirty clothes on Saturday morning. As soon as I got my wash started, I returned to my apartment and religiously stared out of the peephole. I guess I could've waited since logically if she has to give them to me. Materialize for me!” As my silly little speech finished, the sun flashed, as if it had hit a passing car at just the right angle, and was suddenly not as warm. At about the same time, I suddenly realized that I was not alone. I rolled over on my bed, and saw the tall bearded man leaning casually against my door frame, his face wreathed in a lustful and knowing smile. His eyes were an intense blue, the shade of the Mediterranean on a sunny day. His hair and beard were a deep chestnut brown, just.