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Today’s the day. You’ve been chatting to this guy for a while, negotiating likes and dislikes, what'll be ok, what won’t, finally where. His place. After dark. In full leather. Masked. You push open the front door. Heart racing slightly. You’ve been told to go upstairs as far as possible and push open the door in front of you. Will you find what you’ve agreed on? Step by step, the sound of your breathing, the slight creak of leather, boots on the stairs. At the top now. Dim light coming from a crack in the door. You push it open. There: your height, booted, chaps, jock, biker jacket, gloved, masked, standing still, silent, waiting ...