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It was an eight o’clock, morning meeting and everyone was
punctual. The Sisters would tolerate nothing less. Though
casual wear was permissible at almost any other time, official
business called for official dress. Everyone of the ladies was
wearing tailor-made suits. This was the first time I was allowed
to be present during one of the meetings, though my training was
not yet complete. My participation was marginal. I was really
only there to observe, and at times, to be studied. (more…)

We lay trembling and weak in sexual relief fopr a few moments,
and then redressed. We didn’t speak. It seemed rather
embarrassing now that we were finished, so we hurried our dressing
and then made our way back to the parking lot. He squeezed my hand
once before he disappeared into the night, and I remember his
parting words. “Catch you on the flip flop. My handle is Night
Runner.” I didn’t mind the abrupt ending. I knew that I would
indeed see this man on the flip flop, and I intended to make a
habit of catching him on the flip flop.

I knew I was in for it when I met my wife, Mandy, at the
restaurant yesterday. First of all, she wasn’t late like she
usually is. In fact, she was there ahead of me, and had already
been seated. I liked the booth she’d selected. Mandy always picks
the booth that pleases her. It’s part of the privilege of eating
out, she claims.
At any rate, this booth was at the very back of the
restaurant. Immediately on the booth’s left was a huge window
overlooking a park. The window was at the very edge of our table,
so we had an excellent view of the rose gardens and any joggers who
happened by. (more…)