He was most impressed with my body, specially my ass, forty-two inches I told him.”“Let’s make it four in the afternoon honey, if we hit it off ...e can have dinner together and make it a real event.”Zoe is staying on a high floor of a top hotel as I take in the magnificent views after the room service girl lets me in, while I wait for her to make an entrance.“Miss Zoe told me to give you this so you can change into it for her,” room service tells me as she departs.The short, small black silk. “ Did you just say…” I said breaking the silence.“ Yeah, Old Man Tyone..is my father”“ Holy shit”, Hope said stunned.“ You’re telling me”, Faith laughed. Then she laid it all out. The conversation was very awkward at first between Faith and Tyrone as the old man hummed and hawed until he just came out with it.He told her the story or how he met this lovely redheaded woman by the name of Margo who had come to town some twenty years back. She didn’t give a fuck about race, but her parents. In general, however, it was herapproval that he sought, rather than her advice. There was, however, a partialexception to this. As he established his practices, he also ordered the conversioninto a second study of some space on his third floor that had formerly beenservant's quarters. This study he used almost exclusively for discipline andthere he installed a specially designed caning table with a padded hump atits business end, kept his extensive collection of canes and consulted hisregisters. ‘Do you have a wife you haven’t told me about?’ ‘No, I’ve never married.’ ‘A girlfriend? You’re seeing someone else?’ ‘No, there’s no other woman.’ I had the floor at this point, and asked my question. ‘What do you want from me, Gail? Just sex? Is that all you want?’ My question must have caught her by surprise, because her mouth hung open. I waited while she reflected on this. ‘I dunno, Mike. I thought you wanted it.’ ‘Well, now you know I won’t do it. So my question still stands. What do you.