" She said looking kind of bummed. "Oh no! You're fine. I mean you're not gonna bother me at all." In all reality, I was looking forward to working ou...t while having something to look at. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I was feeling extra pumped. "So hey," She said with a hint of hesitation in her voice. "Yeah?" I actually need a spotter for my squats. Would you mind?"Oh my God. I wanted to scream "Fuck yes!" But what came out was.."Of course."Good, I thought. I answered in a non. I starred at it for a minute, unseeingly, until my training releasedmy eyes and let me secure it about my neck. It felt smooth and comfortableabout my throat and my enlarged reflection in the mirror clearly showed myname written in lower case script letters on either side, 'baby'. My mind wasin a state of total fugue and despite it feeling somehow right for me to bewearing the soft red leather collar, another part of me cried out who is thatin the mirror? I looked down to see Greg circle my. Handing him my digital camera I told him to take a photo of me in any pose he wanted, showing how well fucked I’d been…He asked me to kneel on all fours with my ass spread wide, with my face looking over my shoulder…He snapped four pics of me in this position….I said I’d download the pics and email them to him as memento….scribbling his email address on the back of a taxi card, he gave me one last kiss and asked if I had more sexy underwear could he come back and fuck me again…I told him to. Though a serious man, his liveliness and passion and surprising sense of humor made his untimely death that much more difficult to bear. The fact that the source of his death was the source of his presence among his people, his peculiar and unique brain which had an ability to do things no one else could do, at least at the level he could do them, and which conceived and propagated and expanded his philosophy into a substantial though discrete and, in terms of society at large, peripheral cult.