That's all..." Call me Stella." Stella." Thank you." My pleasure, Ma'am."George spoke up again then. To me. Ignoring the waiter. "He's horny, Stella. ...That's what he is." George, stop it." Well, he is. Aren't you, Michael?"The waiter stood motionless for a while, and then spoke quietly, staring into my eyes. "Yes Stella. I am. Now let me leave while I can still walk." Oh, sorry Michael. Go, go." Thank you Stella. George, your wife is a very nice woman. Please look after her while I do some. There was no mention of thestory in any of the reviews of that Mixed Tape, and I'd like to see whatpeople thought of it. I thank Jenny for the opportunity to be part of herMixed Tape and for her encouragement in letting me post it separately.* * * * *Jim Thompkins sighed, as he turned the key to his apartment. 'It would'vebeen great,' he thought, 'but hardly fair.' Then, as he came through thedoor, he saw Denise - Denise! - sitting on the couch, as if waiting forhim."What... What the hell. Then it was a matter of walking and completing certain physical exercises to show that I had regained critical motor skills to function normally. After being in a coma for five months, lying in bed the whole time, my legs were weak to say the least. My whole body felt weak and frail. I did the best I could in the month of recovery to eat, gain weight, and retrain my body to function somewhat normally.One morning, I take a good look at myself in the mirror, after attending a physical therapy. .invasive. Let me tell you about the first time. She told me wewere going to have a three-way. That meant something different in mymind. But it was with a man, and she had me licking her vagina where hiscock entered her. Right there at the slit, you know? I was licking herjuices, and his shaft, and his balls, and her hair. It was a completelysubmissive role. Finally, he pulled out, and before I could adjust, heput it in my mouth. Deep. Hard."Imagine that, sir. You think you're straight, and you.