It was what it was.It had been some months since the big man had made the unilateral decision, and without my knowledge, to get the legs for me. On th...e day that that he announced that he had in fact done so, I was trapped. We were supposed to be going to the store, him and me, and instead we ended up at a clinic. Imagine my surprise when we walked in—well actually I rolled in—and the medical team was already set to install the things on my personal body. Well money does talk. Oh, and the man. Finally I arrive at his house. He’s the kind of guy that enjoys the nakedness of a woman’s body. Lingerie would just get in the way of his desired targets. His body is hard and dark and totally in shape. The muscles on his arms make me weak. My head goes cloudy and suddenly I know I am his. Anything he desires, he whispered in my ear or order me to do while holding me from behind. I am naked in seconds and his strong hands were pushing me back on the bed. He moved like a fierce lion pouncing. You still love me and I still love you. This exercise, this entertainment; it doesn’t replace anything you and I have together.” “But, Kevin,” she was now weeping into my shoulder, “I fucked them all. I fucked them and I liked it. I loved it. I came, over and over and over again. It felt so good!” “And I was here,” I said, holding her to me. “I knew about all of it. I even watched you for a little while. You were beautiful, excited, and thrilling to see. I loved you so much. And, believe me,” I. There was something rather too full about his lips, which hinted at a slight mixing of the blood that ran through his veins. He made the universal tipping-hand ‘Do you want a drink?' sign. I looked at my empty glass and nodded. He made the follow me sign, and I nodded again. The kitchen was only slightly quieter, well at least we could hear each other shout. “I’m sorry,” he bellowed. “What for?” I hollered back.“For being foisted on you by our mutual friend.”“Is that what she did? I thought I.