He looked regal as a sultan, turban and all. And there, coming toward her, was Dirk! His outfit was the weirdest of all—skintight black leather pant... and a tapered leather shirt to match!The woman sighed, then harshly sucked in her breath. It was part of the music! A man grunted. Old-fashioned bed springs began to creak in time to the music. The beat sped up, and the sighs and grunts and the creaking bed springs grew more rapid. It was maddening! Then Dirk was standing in front of her, smiling. When her hands touched my ass I actually had a small orgasm.“It feels good, doesn’t it?”“Yes,” I responded, “it feels extremely good.”“Wait, I think it will feel even better in a few more minutes.”Now she caressed the cheeks of my ass with her gentle but firm fingers. Her thumbs moved up and down on the crack of my ass, coming almost but not quite to my pussy. I couldn’t help myself. My legs squeezed together involuntarily. The next time she moved her hands downward her thumbs did touch my. No phone-calls, emails...anything. Had something happened? Had he changed hismind? Decided I was not worth the effort after all. Then I heard the door. "Oh God, it was him. It had to be him.... Please be him. He found me in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the night. His face washard, yet even. It wasn't anger. I learned it was the look he always got atthese moments. "Every scene needs be crafted, fussed over, focused likea three course meal." I soon understood exactly he meant In silence he. Nothing could be more terrible than that.“No, your friend. I sent it to voicemail.” He skimmed his fingers down my arms, caressing the goosebumps. “Do you want to sit down? You’re shaking.”Blindly I sat and heard Patrick rustling around in my kitchen. He cooed at Rufus and I heard him open a can for him—thank God. Poor cat must’ve been traumatized.He walked out a few minutes later with a glass of water and buttered toast. He made me eat and drink, but honestly I didn’t give much of a fight. The.