”“Secondly I expect you to do exactly as they say and address them accordingly. You may call them Miss. Is that understood?”“Yes Miss West, ...anything for you.” Miss West reached into her bottom draw and pulled out a blind fold. It was a long piece of silk which she wrapped around Wendy’s head several times to cover her eyes. Wendy thought that there was that much of it that her face must be quite well disguised from anybody trying to identify her. That along with the fact that Sandra would. It was like a toddler who woke up in the middle of the night.An infant who didn't know where her mommy was. You couldn't blame herfor her fright. A puddle was slowly forming beneath her. It wasbreaking my heart. I wanted to help her, but I didn't know where tostart.The announcement continued unabated, that I cannot deny. I tried notto hear, "We heard a cry. We have come to intervene. You will changeyour ways and you will make amends. Or we will wipe this place clean."The weeping woman. They don't pick me." Well they are stupid, then," she said, letting go of the loose bra cups and shrugging the garment off. "They should choose you as their boyfriend. You are obviously the best boy I have seen." Well thanks," he said, grinning. "I'm just not used to women thinking about me that way." You make me want to jack off, Ruth" I do?" He leaked some more."I have never met a boy who made me feel that way." You haven't?"She shook her head solemnly. "I love the way your eyes look at me. I. She danced with a few other men and I danced with a few other women, older, safe women, who were there with their husbands. I was polite and asked the men if I could dance with their lovely bride as my "date" appears to be occupied. Sandra heard me being polite.We were now in our forth week. The redhead and I were everywhere they were and soon Johnson was asking her to dance and making moves on her.He was a real scumbag. Ok, I was a real scumbag too but not just yet.He hit on my date for the.