Love, Loss, Happiness, Joy, Pain, Anger, Despair, all kinds of emotions and it just made me want to do something like it. This is my first attempt at...writing a story. I plan on expanding on this. But I’d like to see what if people are interested first. This will be a love story that will expand until I can find an end to it. My inspiration was reading ‘Charles and Claire’ by Schuppinzigh a.k.a. Richard King. As well as another story which I can’t find anymore, but I remember how it tugged at. "No, I don't recall the term - it sounds like an obscure cult. Is it another of those fanciful pseudo-Templar societies who claim to have found the lost treasure of Solomon or some other mystical artifact?" If this were all the monsignor wanted to talk about, Stephen would far rather watch Alexa being trained."If the 'Order of the Final Crusade' was merely an apostate cult, I would not bother you. No ... the 'old man' is very worried, Stephen - in fact I have never seen him so agitated since. I live in Van Wert.”“Oh. Sure. It would be nice to have company on the drive. I’m Terry Reichert.” I held out my hand and she took it in a firm handshake.“Cheryl Connors. We should already know each other from class. I just remember you mentioning your house burning down in that essay you wrote and read in class.”“Yeah. It’s strange. Doesn’t really feel like I live there anymore. I’ve only spent one night in my parents’ new home. It’s not even in Prairie. Kind of disorienting.”“Really sucks.. On other occasions shehas made me masturbate while watching her do her makeup, and my cockremembers that, but this is not the plan tonight. Finally she tells meto unscrew her Estee Lauder lipstick in rose, and then she carefullycolors her lips. I could watch Mistress apply her lipstick for hours,it is just so sexy. I am com-pletely turned on by the sight of it.Mistress tells me she is done with her makeup. And she is gorgeous.Suddenly the doorbell rings, and Mistress tells me to answer it..