He could have hired a driver as part of the staff but he never felt comfortable entrusting their safety to anyone else. It was difficult to find a man...or woman who was trained as he was and who would also lay down his life for his charges.He knew the appearance of the young woman from the Naval Criminal Investigative Service was going to disrupt the happy scene in front of him, because the visit would certainly be about James Cavanaugh. He watched Pamela, her hair in a short, youthful ponytail,. Roxanne’s silver 2017 Cadillac ATS Coupe was already there. He walked inside and found her in the kitchen. “How was your day,” he inquired.“Good,” smiled the registered dental hygienist. “Yours?”“Can’t complain, baby!” He pecked her on the cheek. “Zan called me today.”“Oh nice! How’s he doing?”“You know how it is. He’s sorta tripping over this girl.”“Awww.”“Yeah! I told him I’ma try to get out there in a couple of weeks. You know a guys’ weekend. Maybe golf or some shit.”“That’ll be nice,. I could not tell how long I was left there. I struggled to try to release the shackles that held my hands and ankles, but they were strong and tight. My legs, back, feet, arms and shoulders ached terribly. Just when I thought I could not take it any more, I felt a cool hand lift up the back of my skirt and rub my butt cheeks."Please let me go," I pleaded.The cool hands lifted my skirt and placed it in my hands. I held onto the skirt.SMACK!!I felt more than heard the first blow. I knew better. Normally I can keep the Scent from getting to be too much for me to control. But not this time. Mya's scent was beckoning me, calling me into that fog, turning me into the animal I am. It was...empowering.I see...I began sniffing up and down her back and neck, then started licking, kissing. She stirred and woke up. I could see her smile as she let out a small moan. "Horny much?" she said. I ignored her and started to nibble her neck. She moaned some more, and I started running my hand on her.