.. Yes... ... Yes... ... On Monday... No!Listen to me captain! You've had a month, that's four weeks and threedays for a job my fifteen year old daugh...er does in a week along with herother homework... ... Archive isn't a public library it's open twenty-four by seven... ... I guess another fifty-nine hours will be more thanenough for your rept. See you on Monday."I couldn't hear wrong. He said "daughter" and "her". I was sure he'ddegraded me. I'd expected something coming to subdue me but not. "That's good," he says. He's just being nice but in my mind I'm hearing the words of a slave master. The only trouble is I want it to be Joe."You know I only want to please," I say, wishing that he would take me at my (unspoken) words."In which case, I'd better take you to bed," he responds. He pulls off his shirt. I like his body. It's fit; quite muscley. He smells sweet and musky. He takes my hand, steering me across the room. I let him lead me. As we fall on the bed I go to unfasten the belt. My truck was mostly packed for tomorrow. I had the crew-cab packed with the boxes and most of my clothes. All I had was an overnight bag and my bathroom stuff to toss in the truck. My toolbox was an immense metal beast that I couldn’t lift. It was bolted in place and wasn’t moving without tools or super-powers. If someone was gonna steal it, they were welcome to it. I wasn’t gonna object to someone strong enough to move it.So I made sure to park her car so that I could get the truck out in the. She had a permanent tanned complexion, long curly hair and the body of a track star. Like many women I communicated on the Web, our e-mails were mostly flirtatious, friendly and funny. We often joked about the sexual positions we would engaged in. The dirtier we talked, the more we insisted on meeting. I knew it was destined for us to meet in my city. Finally, the weekend was here. I arrived at the Plaza Hotel feeling both excited and nervous. As I walked down the hallway on the fourth floor,.