I had learned to dowonders with my hair, which I had grown out, of course. I spent hoursperfecting makeup. Learning to do my own nails was very diff...icult forme. I was ok lacquering my left hand but doing the right took lots ofpractice. Any way, there I sat, wearing a long sleeved sweater and a matchingskirt, wondering where my life was going. I worked from home andactually did quite well. It seemed as though dressing was the onlyexcitement in my life. I know it could have been worse.The. Not only that, we actually ran out of handcuffs, paddles and other BDSM products and I had to drive down to London overnight to our suppliers warehouse and collect a van load of stock.For years I had thought of myself as one of the odd few that enjoyed the fetish of spanking and discipline – how wrong I had been. It seemed as though the whole town had gone spanking mad!Spending more time in the shop had also given me the opportunity to take a closer look our clientele. There were the usual run. Me:- bhuliyo mat sale.Mohit:- haan bhai chal so jate hai mujhe to vese bhi kal bahut jyada kam haiMe:- harami chal so ja good nightAgle din mein kafi der se utha aur mohit breakfast kar rha tha jab. Jab mein dining hall mein pahuncha to mom bol rhi thi sikh kuch mohit se subah subah uth ke nha dho ke tayar ho gya aur tu so rha hai abhi tak.Mohit has rha tha. Phir jab tak mene brush kiya usne breafast kiya aur vo chala gya. Mene pucha ki tujhe chod doon kaha jana hai? to usne bola nhi bhai mein. "When you're hot, etcetera."He slapped me on the back and headed back to the line."A waste of time, if you ask me."I looked behind me. Mike Reed was standing with Coach Branson. Mike was a junior and the starting quarterback. He'd gotten nominated for all-state last year, though he didn't make it. Mike was also full of himself."You got me, and that's all you need. The girl's around if I need a break." Nice pass, Tony," the coach said, ignoring him."Thanks, coach. And the girl has a name, Mike..