For a while... I always wondered..."Since I had started modeling nationally, I had a email box full of men who"always wondered". They had wives and gi...rlfriends and would never considersleeping with a boy. But as I had learned slowly over the past months,there's a power seduction of being a boy who looked like a girl ...something that opens up secret doors of desire.He stood up and walked over to the rack of his latest creations... theclothes that the entire fashion world had waited anxiously. "As we entered a large back room I was greeted with the vision of a very wellstocked dungeon. As I looked around and mentally catalogued the contents of theroom she continued "I've almost got it all set up. You could help by cleaningup a bit, organize stuff onto the wall racks, and while you are doing that fillme in on what has happened since we last spoke."She sat on a black whicker throne chair at one end of the room while I busiedmyself cleaning up the room and telling how my afternoon had. What happened?”I looked down to where she was pointing. She was pointing at where I had picked up some shrapnel during The Attack. “That would be a shrapnel wound. I picked it up during an attack.”“And your arm?” she asked, pointing at my left arm.“Same thing, or a bullet. We’re not really sure.”“Where else have you been hit?”I touched my forehead and said, “I caught something on the helmet, which caused the edge to cut a crease here.” Then I tapped a few other places I had picked up a few. I'm not wrong. He is running at a world-class sprinter speed, maybe even faster. I wonder how long he can maintain that. Surely not very long.Selina stood with her eye to the crack for five minutes by her internal clock. He's barely sweating and his breathing is still normal. How can he do that? And what is that on his back and shoulders? I wish he would turn a little more to the left so I could see better. Maybe it is a heating pad because of an injury to his back, or perhaps something to keep.