When we finished, Maria Cristina shooed me away so they could clean up. I took the hint she wanted to talk privately to Annette, so I poured myself a ...up of coffee and left the kitchen, hoping Maria Cristina knew what she was doing. I went out to the patio and sat down in a chaise.The time by myself gave me a chance to think about my ‘transitional period’, as I’d referred to it to Maria Cristina. I wondered how, if things wound down with her and with Liz, the new dynamic would unfold? My. The bulges in the six surrounding youths' sloppy large pants told me that they were interested in more than just territorial rights at the moment. They just didn't know how to go about getting into my panties other than using intimidation, or worse, force. I knew that I had to defuse the situation immediately, or suffer the consequences of my mistake, and pay a higher price than a woman should ever have to pay."Whoa fella's," I said breaking into their choir like tirade. "What'd you say. ” I can’t believe it. I have Julie coming back to my apartment. We begin to walk and I catch a view of her amazing ass in those little spandex shorts. Her ass is just amazing. We walk over to my apartment building. I feel a raging hard-on coming. I’m thinking about making a movie without being creepy or stupid. After all, if I fuck up, we still have to work together. When we get inside of the elevator, it is the first time that we are alone. I smile and leer at her body. Julie doesn’t seem to. The beast is lying next to me, exhausted. I moveto snuggle with him and can't. Fucking ropes! In a minute, he stirs and playsidly with my breasts; then he smiles. I smile back. It's enough for now. Slowly,he gets up and walks out of the room, forgetting to turn off the light. Somehow,I know that he's not my owner. This was a test. I look around the room for acamera. Why bother hiding it with a CELT? I spot a small imperfection in theceiling; that's it. I wonder how I rated. I have not.