On the wall of our marriage bedroom hangs a wedding picture. Me in pure white and Gus looking like nothing but a life support system for a dick. Oh ...so studly. Bob was taken by all this and I know it excited him as I saw him looking at the picture as he made his missionary entry into a wanton girl.At this time I told Bob about Gus, Nick and Frederick. I figured he would be most open to the truth while he was buried inside me. I left out the part about Frederick being African. I did tell. No I'm not." The doctor considered my answer and then asked "Are you considering becoming sexually active in the near future? Your answers here will remain confidential. We won't be relaying anything you say to your mother."I was in a quandary. Well, of course I wanted to become sexually active! Yes, there was a boy down the street, okay there were two or three boys down the street that I was interested in. I wasn't sure why he'd asked me but I softly replied "yes." I see." The kindly doctor. . you know what I mean? She would just fuck things up, know what I mean?" I've got an idea; let's get you an answering machine. You can call them back when you get home at night. How does that sound?"Jimmy looked down at his paint covered shoes and kicked the grass where we were standing. When he looked up he had that same wistful look on his face, "I don't talk on the phone so good either," he admitted."Well I can't do it Jimmy, I would like to but I'll be in school most of the time and. He was right, it was totally black no light whatsoever. It was a weird feeling as I was quite use to the feeling of the blindfold pressing against your eye sockets. But this felt nothing like that just completely black. He stepped back and I heard the cage door being closed and the click of a padlock. One by one I could feel the tug of each rope as the slack was being taken up so the cuffs were pulling tighter and holding me into position. My arms were drawn towards the top of the cage, ankles.