‘Fat chance of that happening.’ Linnea was so busy nobody got on her schedule without a lot of advance notice, it was why she had an executive ass...stant. Except the executive assistant wasn’t exactly a shiftless idler, either. ‘I’ve got to review the budget with her now, too,’ she reminded us, although I knew her schedule already. ‘Can you deal with this, Lily?’ she asked me. ‘Absolutely, Irene,’ I immediately responded. The warm glow of arousal within me ticked higher, fanned by my instant. . ever. Strangely, we never once talked about it at all leading up to it. Part of me thought she would change her mind and decide not to go through with it. But for some reason I didn’t want to say anything, so I just left it alone. Around 11:55 Liz finally says something. “I’m leaving for lunch. Did you get my email?” I replied, “Yeah, I got it”. “Cool, see you in a bit”. I almost forgot to mention the email. The night before I received an email from her which said: ‘Dear Awesome Boss’ (okay. So I tried to come up with an idea of what to do for him for his birthday. It was his 10th birthday since we got hitched and I wanted to do something special for him. So I didn't want to just get him something like a new stereo or concert tickets. I mean he'd love to have another stereo for his car or go see Seether in concert, but of course there wasn't a lot of really special things I could do. We weren't exactly rich, so we couldn't go to Paris or anything like that. As I was about out of. "You thought you could come into my home. Get your jollies off. Use me for your perverted little fantasies. Yet still retain total control. You thought you could call me a bitch. Order me around like all the frightened little people who scurry around your existence. But you can't. You can't control me. But I can control you."For emphasis, she used the crop to force his chin up, his head back. Timing it so his neck reached its limit on the last word. Then she removed her crop and began circling.