It was a relief, a bigrelief, after so many years to be able to tell someone, truthfully aboutmy desires and fantasies. And he never judged, just list...ened.We'd chatted for a long time, years, before he suggested that we meet. I'dbeen thinking about it for ages and although I'd always sworn to myselfthat I'd never actually meet anyone in the flesh I was tempted. Obviously,a part of me wanted to meet a Dom guy face to face but I told myself itwasnt just that, it was about acceptance, about. I open the door and let John in. He was naked and was surprised to see Mary who was not blind folded this time was stark naked on the bed. With the bedroom light on he could see Mary was sleeping. I told John she was tipsy and had fallen asleep. John looked at me and said what he was going to do now. I said, Take your time enjoy playing her and fuck in her sleep. John slowly climbed over the bed and lay beside her. He gained his confidence after touching her body several times and she had not. However as her teenage years progressed his Topsy, had morphed into Estelle, as she'd fallen more and more under her mother's influence.However Norman Warender could vividly recall -- many years before -- that one of Shakespeare's famous quotes, "Methinks the lady doth protest too much!" had crept into his mind when his Topsy had complained to him about the handsome young hooligan at college, Ted Harper, who had accosted her.What's more, Norman Warender had noted that it hadn't been Estelle. What was wrong with James?James followed me back to the table, looking angry as well. "What the hell was that all about? I was just trying to let you know that I find you very attractive and I would love to make love to you. Isn't that what you want too?" No! This was supposed to be a friendly date, nothing more. I never gave you any other impression. I never told you, or even suggested to you that I wanted sex! Damn you! I want to go home. Now!"James argued, tried to convince me he would.