Getting over my fetish

“Maybe tomorrow but today your all mine.”

“What is wrong with Roberta?

“Why do you ask?”

“She is not herself. She is being nice. She even asked for one of my beers instead of calling me a worse less drunk.”

“I asked her to try and get along with you and since she is you better get along with her or else.” Dawn points a finger at me.

The rest of the night was very awkward for me. Roberta was way too nice and it was not like an act. It was way too weird. She even went and got me another beer that night. When Dawn and I final went to bed that night Dawn told me another story where I was in my box and she invited people to come over and to use it. I turned around a said, “Can you imagine if I was in that box and instead of lowering it they just toke their dumps on my face.”

“That would be funny.” Dawn laughed, “To bad I don’t know that many people that would be into that.”

“Honey if you were able to I would lay and pray you never let me out.”

“Oh you would be begging me to let you out. Trust me, there might be enough room for about twenty people to go but after that you will be begging me.