Looking back at meshe smiled a small smile. She half licked her lips. ?Is it time for your belt,Daddy?? ?Have you been Daddy's good girl?? ?Yes, yes I...have, honest Daddy.? ?Anddid you bring Daddy a present?? ?Yes Daddy. I brought you my asshole that hasnever been used. Cherry, just for you Daddy.? ?That's a good baby. Then youmay have your pussy whipped.? I stopped and looked at myself in the dresser mirror. Six feet, two hundredpounds, long dark hair and beard. I looked like the pirate I have. ’ ‘What were you drinking during your evening of wanton excess that has cost you your reputation, your job and your marriage?’ ‘Beers with bourbon chasers.’ ‘Well thankfully this doesn’t count, it’s only light white wine.’ ‘It’s still alcohol.’ ‘So? Think before you answer me my handsome man.’ ‘I suppose I can have one glass.’ ‘Good boy. Make sure I have three and then you might get lucky. My defenses crumble a bit when I get happy on alcohol.’ ‘Eh? ‘Oh fuck, this is a dead loss. I’m heading. . I feel I'm spinning faster and faster, and that at some point I'll snap."I paused, thinking for a long moment before continuing"And the more I write, the less I seem to find anything in it. The readers become rare and gone, my stories get more and more different, standing from the crowd just for being unlike the others. Maybe there's a reader enjoying them, and I always think of this guy. I picture him, reading alone in a dark Saturday afternoon, enjoying the quietness of his home. But what's. Charles, Charles Whitt," he said as he extended his hand to her and she shook it, his palm was so smooth. She found out that he ran a consulting firm in town and had a lake home as well, he too had divorced, and Carol began to size him up as a potential overnight roommate. He was witty and charming and she felt at ease with him that was a big plus and the more she looked at him, the better he looked, or was it just the drinks? He excused himself and went up to the bar and returned with two more.