She knew I was watching. She knew me too well. How long would I torment her, how long would I deny her the touch she so longed for? Would tonight...be a night of sweet caress and teasing touches, or would I write a symphony of pain across her silky flesh, making her throat ache with a song of whimpers and cries. I knew her well, and a scribbling in her journal some time ago confirmed it. ?Good evening kitten? ?Good evening Master,? she purred back. She raised her eyes, for the first. Too much.’ He sat back and said coolly. ‘How many others?’ My heart tried to claw out of my chest. ‘Just Carl and me, sugar. You have my word.’ He said with finality and leveled his eyes at me. I shrugged. ‘Ok.’ I said and resumed my chomping. I love chips and salsa. ‘Jason, can I get that queso and guacamole now?’ I smiled at him, trying to convey that everything was ok. That I trusted him. His hand shot into the air, and our server appeared. ‘Ms. Abernathy’s appetizers, Alexander.’ The boy. She rests her hand on my forearm, and as my heart skips a beat for joy, she whispers in my ear, her warm breath making me tremble:‘Count to 10, honey – and then follow me home!’So I take any shopping bag that she has been carrying, maybe her coat as well if it would spoil the view, and I wait those few seconds whilst she walks ahead several paces. Then I follow my babe down the road, admiring the lovely ass that is being presented purely for my pleasure. And she knows that I am, she knows. ’ All Ed McCarley had to do was look at this girl to know how she was doing. ‘Hey, I’m going to check out for lunch in a minute. Care to join me?’ He could see the conflict roll across her face. Trust. Fear. Trust. Fear. ‘Yeah, I guess,’ she said. He thought he could see her salivating. He picked up the microphone hanging from the side of the squad car’s radio. ‘2141, 25 code baker kilo 114’ In that jargon, he checked out for lunch at the Burger King in his district: southwest. He rolled up the.