Here I am, a Southern Boy from Tennessee. I don’t even know yet that I’ll be getting married, stay that way for some two decades, and then start a BDSM web site. My accent is so thick people here don’t even understand me. Oh shit. I think they sound funny too.
I’m visiting my sister during the Thanksgiving holidays. Its my first trip to Ore-e-gon. It rained like a mother fucker the whole time.
If you only knew what I’d been doing the previous twenty years. Now, here I am, about to embark upon an entirely new life. I just didn’t know it at the time!
…and at the time I’m involved with a female ten years my senior, a female who has an uncanny resemblance to Heather Locklear, who wrote me a note the day before I left for this trip telling me she wanted to be my sex slave. How in the hell did I know that’d be the recipe for the next two decades?