You see for the most part I was a fantasy player, I mean talk about safe-sex. I should mention that I had met David one day while chatting on the infamous 748 phone line. David had advised me to wear as little as possible. Press the release on the door and enter.' I quickly undressed. Opening it I found a dimly lit room with a coat rack and a sign that read, 'Please hang ALL clothing here. I reached the end of the passageway and faced a door. We spoke often about the things that we would enjoy doing together but as we lived thousands of miles apart, the likelihood of that ever happening was most unlikely. Sure, we shared pictures that we had captured from various groups and sites that we frequented separately and together. Sharing titillating tales of what we would like to do. Robert! Oh yes, Robert! Oh it had all started so innocently as we chatted on-line. Did I really want to go through with this? What was I thinking this saintly former Baptist preacher caught up in a web of darkness. Taking a deep breath, I headed towards it. At the bottom of the steps there was a long narrow passageway with only one dim bulb about fifty feet down.

Entering there was a stairway going down. David had said to use only the door on the right. Four other cars were parked there already. I pulled into the lot behind the abandoned warehouse.