Part 1 – The supermarket The first day of the weekend started like many others. I awoke drowsily to the early morning dawn chorus of birds through the open top light of my bedroom window and the dappled sunlight setting its mark for the day on the walls and reflecting in the wide full-length mirror facing the end of my bed. I stretched and yawned flashes of my erotic dream making me aware now of my morning wood. I instinc...