If he wasn't blindfolded he would have seen the anger in her eyes, would have seen how close she was to smacking him. "What did you say boy?, Speak up...boy....." she growled at him. Her grip on his hair tightened and he gasped at the pain of it, and the pleasure. "I'm sorry" he grunted. "For??" she said...He drew a deep breath, knowing she wouldn't let this be easy, "For touching myself when I know better. Thank you Mistress for correcting me". He finally got out.She looked at him for a moment. She reached inher pocket and got some money out. She handedme $40. I told her i couldnt take it,Walt was my friend and so are u Sue, i can't takethis money from you guys. She said, I have to payyou some way for helping us out today. She saidcome in the living room and sit on the floor with me,while we think up a way how i can pay you.I said ok, but you don't have to give me anything.She was wearing short Kaki shorts, and a whitetanktop. she sat their sitting we her legs open a little.I was. At least they weren't all bad. It made her realize though, that there was no way she could drive to the mall. She'd be dead in minutes when her car left the road. There was no help for it, she'd have to walk...no, better make that RUN to the mall. It wasn't far away. She took a few deep breaths and started running.... Time after time she stumbled and fell as one vision after another trapped her mind. Shouts and whispers; anger and joy; male, female, and infant; petty and important. . And for helping me understand how expressing yourselfthrough how you look is not dishonest." I'm glad you don't think I'm being overly protective. So, sport, whatare you having for dinner tonight?" Spaghetti and meatballs of course" I kidded, and Mom laughed at thejoke."Sounds good. I'll be going out with some of the old gang from work.So, when would you like me to call again?" Sunday night would be okay. It doesn't have to be every day." Right, then. I'll call after 8." Love you, Mom." Love.