Her name was Masami. She wasvery American, but her parents were from Japan. I've always beenattracted to Asian women. We became fast friends. I couldn...'thelp but notice that she seemed to be flirting with me at times.One night, I went over to her dorm room to study and talk.The first thing I noticed when she invited me in was that on thewall over her bed was a poster of a woman spanking another woman.I didn't say anything at first, but after a while I just had toask her who the woman on the. Soon breakfast was ready and the two girls dragged Sabrina out of bed so we could all eat together. The girls chattered away as if the events of the previous night never happened.I didn't say much. Mostly I just listened, and all the while I was thinking: What if Katie and Sabrina were in fact my daughters? Not biologically, of course, but legally? I mentally weighed the pros and cons. It would mean a lot of additional responsibility. And expense. And ... it would mean two hot, sexually. They wouldn't search all 50 states because of this. If it's murder it may very well be different.- OK for now. Let's get out of here. We can talk about it when we're home safe.- Right. Henny, get down on the floor, and don't you move until you're told. Carl, get in the back and make sure she stays down. Better stuff her mouth with something so she doesn't scream for help.As the car started rolling Carl took off his shirt and then his sweaty T-shirt, which he bundled up a bit and stuffed into my. We all met at Betty & Glen's apartment for the 20 minute drive to the club the next night. What was I getting myself into? Should I really be here? Was this really for me? All these and many more questions entered my mind. I'd been told to bring something 'sexy' to wear once we got there. Got there? Shouldn't I dress to impress 'before' we got there? That's when Betty snuggled next to me, felt my crotch, and told me to bring some sexy underwear to wear. That most folks dressed down to lingerie.