I look at him, and see the smoky look of desire cloud his handsome face, and I take his face in my hands, and bring it toward mine. "Make love to me ...eorge, please." and he leans in the rest of the way to kiss me, before he settles himself between my legs, that have spread, in silent invitation, open to him alone. He parts the outer fleshy lips to find the petals within, swollen with desire, the hub of my excitement, also swollen and peeking out of its protective hood. He touches me. I think this is why I could never bear the thought of letting go of you. I knew, that despite all my efforts, the house, cars, and wife, that I would never be part of society. Not without my book of dirty little secrets. Oh my dear, dear, Diary, I have such a nice one. If you recall back into my teenage years, I would sneak into my older sisters room and touch her in her sleep. It has always. been a rush. To feel my heart beating out of my chest as my curious hands gingerly explored her flesh.. I thought she had suffered some horrible injury, as I saw her red, moist hole. I asked Charles why had she hurt herself, and he came to look, and began to laugh, really laugh. I didn't know what to make of his reaction to my innocent inquiry. After some time, he got himself back under control and explained to me that's how all women looks down there, and showed me another one over in the magazine. He also explained how guys put their penis inside their hole and feel good. Oh. I never knew that.. Wecouldn't explain our predicament without enlarging on the nature ofthe threat."...this is my husband," she continued."The Earl?" Annie's eyes were popping out."Indeed - Lord Marsham." Call me Rob," I muttered.I expected the next few minutes to be excruciatingly embarrassing."There was simply no one else around for you to work on," Susieexplained. "It's all my fault. I pressured him into doing it. Yousee, just at the moment we need all the customers for the use of ourfacilities that we can.