I was wrong. Months later saw me moving to her state, where I met her in person for the first time. We hit it off and moved into a two bedroom in a di...gy side of town. We had great sex back then, but declined a couple of months later as I started realizing I didn't like her personality as much as I thought I did. She prides herself in being a very intelligent woman, which she is, but she also has this habit of being however she wants. If she wants to act like a bitch, then she will and no one. Diane had him right where she wanted him. What a lovely plaything she had. A naked boy across her lap, malleable and supplicant, hers to do with whatever she wished. The turn of events since their first meeting in the woods could not have turned out better. A thrill ran through her body as she thought of the endless possibilities she would have to enjoy herself with him. She could feel a slight tremor run through his body as her fingers gently stroked over his naked bottom. She shook talcum. "It seemed to get stuck for some reason, I couldn't use it like I usually do." Hmm," Brent pursed his lips. "Lad, what is your name anyway? Dent? Good. Dent would you mind going full speed against Marc here? Oh yeah and show him the disarming move. He needs to see that." Well, all right," Dent said uncomfortably. "But I don't want to actually break anything here. These aren't my weapons." Fuck 'em," Brent laughed. "If they break the Armsmaster will put 'um back together. Don't worry about. “Maybe you wouldn’t mind going through the upstairs with me to see if there is anything big, I might need help with” she asked.He didn’t need a picture drawn for him, she was really afraid.“Of course, but why don’t you rest for a few minutes. I’ll go on up and get started.”He started upstairs and noticed that she was right behind him. At the top of the stairs, he turned left. There was a door at the end of the hall and then one beside that. The one at the end was a bedroom and by the looks of.