’ Francis then chaind me to the floor in a way that I could lift my head only only for about one foot. He placed a footstool in the center of the ro...om and put a PC on it in such a mannor that I was facing the computer screen. Then Francis started the computer. Images of naked, bound men flashed on the screen for a few seconds and then changed. Several pictures went by and then I saw one of a man kneeling, completely nude, and sucking a dick. And then it hit me – the man on the picture was me!. He could probably haveVictoria Secret, Elizabeth Taylor and the president ofevery makeup company in the world wait on him to clothe,accessorize and make him over at the drop of a hat. Indeedthat's probably what had happened in this alternatereality."Shelly, are you almost done?" called Susan Lane throughthe door."Coming, Mother," Mike said, as he gathered up his purseand walked into the living room.Mike walked into the kitchen and saw his mother makingbreakfast. It was something that he had. Just before departure, one of the crew came up to our deck and walked past us, making for the stairs up to the bridge. Just as he passed, he did a double-take, kept walking for a few steps and then turned around with his head cocked and a frown of concentration across his face. “You’re some kinda movie star,” he said, “Aren’t-cha?” He looked to be about thirty, slim and scruffy in his rumpled uniform with freckles and a few days’ worth of red stubble on his face. “No … I … um …” I began. And. I gave him a beer and we continued talking and then the food was ready. He loved it and ate it all. I put on the the coffee and bid him to sit in the living room. He sat down in a chair and looked very satisfied with his legs stretched out and was rubbing his roundish belly. I gave him a cup and he immediately gave me credits for my cooking. He continued to talk about this and that and I went out to get some more coffee and when I came back he had his hands in his crotch, rubbing it. I thought.