I saw men in jumpsuits wheelingin a gurney as I left, carrying an old man, his bone white eyes staringat me as I walked by.****I was sitting in a room...that was all white and steel and crystal. Thecouch was soft, some gentle music was playing almost outside of hearing.She was at a small desk across from me at a computer keyboard."I'm sorry about back there in the room," I said, still getting a feelfor the way my new voice felt and sounded. It was so much higher,softer, the words were my choosing. T-then w-what do y-you w-want? He gave her that smile again as he reached between her legs and stuck two fingers into her pussy then her started moving them in and out. I already have what I want. He leaned down and started licking and biting her already bruised nipples. A second later he switched to the other. Callie felt the tears streaming down her face as she felt her body a respond to the sensations. After a few minutes he got off of her and picked up the catonine tail and whipped it. I pulled it from my jeans pocket and saw that it was Brad. Shit! I really didn't want a call from him right now. Maybe I should just ignore it. But somehow he always knew when I'd just ignored his calls. And then that was even worse.I answered it, thinking only fleetingly about "the speech" that I'd composed and honed over the years and knew now that I would never actually give. I don't know why I even thought of it anymore. Maybe it made me feel just a little bit in charge of my life to at. Smiling at him, I kissed his cheek while reaching down to his trousers. Rubbing his manhood through the wool slacks, I kissed my lover, starting slowly then moving with him to a more passionate mingling. The making out had the desirous effect, as soon Mr. Little was writhing and moaning as we fondled each other's horny bodies. "Oh Constance, do me, suck me," he begged."I thought you'd never ask," I replied. So, okay, it wasn't worthy of a Shakespeare, but the words were from the heart. Glancing.