I hope the way I look meets with yourapproval."She chuckled. "It's not me you have to worry about, girl. It's allthose guys I'm going to send around...to stuff your pansy mouth and drillyour cute ass."Wow. She had jumped right into my fantasy scene, of her being a sort ofpimp and me being her helpless hooker, a white guy who had fallen underher control through some vaguely defined circumstances. Maybe she wasblackmailing me. Or making me work off a gambling debt. The detailsdidn't really. . to do with whatever you want.' Is that about right?" Yes, Sir. That's right. I want to belong to you – my mind, my body, all of it. I want to be your slave, Peter. I want you to own me!" I see. So you are giving me permission to use you for whatever I please. To use your body any way I please is that right?" Yes! Yes, Peter," she said, getting a bit tired of these repeated questions."I just don't want there to be any questions or doubts. We need to be perfectly clear because what your. I really fly too much! I have no roots. No fucking life.” John’s new Russian friend commiserated with him and made suitable drunkenly slurred quotes from the works of Tolstoy and Chekov in an attempt to mollify John’s melancholy mood. When John had finally confided in Anatoly that he needed somewhere “very special” to spend December twenty-first Anatoly hadn’t even hesitated: “the Pole” he had declared with an emphatic Russian accented slamming of the fist on the table, drinks flying hither and. Yes, I liked it, too." I did, too, Mr. Carl. You're not mad at me?" Mad? No. I'm not mad. It's not like it's something I hadn't thought about doing myself. I just never had the balls to actually do it." So, you'd be ok with getting with me another time, for a repeat performance?" Sure, Jessie. I'd like that. Right now though I gotta get my things packed and head out for another business meeting." You going to be gone long this time, Mr. Carl?" About two weeks this time, Jessie. Got to get this.