Life was wonderful for a few weeks; we got closer to each other, if that's possible, and shared lots of fun. And then I heard from my cousin; just a short e-mail, seemingly unfinished, telling of a major concern.

George was a guy who lived what's known as an "alternative life-style". He had been what they call a "switch" for years, until a few months back she met a beauty, Darlene, who he loved to play with. They built up a strong relationship; she preferred to top, so he switched to a full-time bottom.

Life went along swimmingly for a bit, when suddenly he met Darlene's husband. Unfortunately, George was bound to a basement post at the time, naked and fully erect, as Darlene was flogging him. A huge hulk of a man, easily over 6'7" and 350 pounds of lean muscle. He grabbed the flogger from Darlene, shouted, "Another goddam playmate,eh? Remember what happened last time?"

Compressing the tale, he told me that he had been free for all of ten minutes, and had written this note quickly to ask for help. He mentioned where he was, an island off the coast of Greece. And he begged me to hurry, he was terrified after hearing her screams downstairs.

Obviously, I had to go to his assistance. I filled in Krista, asking her if she would help me.