Pleading. I can sense you hesitating. "More", you say neutrally. I know you're not talking about water. I nod my assent. You place the cup down, a...d walk back. My wrists and my legs are painfully stretched, but I try to tilt my spine and present my buttocks by way of invitation. My buttocks open slightly. I'm prepared and ready. Mounted and displayed. I have never felt so vulnerable. But I know I am completely secure. Step. Step. Crack. It's more intense this time. You're in your stride.. I still couldn’t contact her without hearing her on the phone. Her house was further away than Brad’s and John’s were. She would call me when she got home.“Okay. Here’s the deal. You can do what you want with me, but don’t use Suzi’s arms or anything until she does it to you. Just lay low until she gets used to it. I don’t know how long it will be before she calls, so it may be a while.”We went inside, and as Joey called his mom to her know where he was, I grabbed some sodas, and we sat down to. I'm sure I can wait until his scheduled time. Patch him through to me when he does check in, would you?" Of course, your Grace."The screen went blank and Scott stood and left his study. With half an hour to kill, he decided to check out his music room. He pressed the panel and the door slid open to allow entry. Walking into the room, he closed the door behind himself and looked around. He laughed when he spotted a set of bagpipes on a chair in one corner; there was no way he would ever be able. No! She was not a poor kid. She was a woman who had been manipulated and used for state purposes, all her life by her father, Salvadi.We talked for some time. Twice we were interrupted by one of my male secretaries, reminding me of appointments. Finally, Vivian showed up. She knocked once, and just barged right in."Paul? If you have decided to cancel today's itinerary, you should let us know so we can tell the others," Vivian said in her best 'no nonsense' tone of voice.I winced. I knew that.