“I wish I could use you right now,” he mumbled as he freed his mouth only to nibble down on a graceful neck. “But Cory will be mad if we do not ...at first,” he added, and reluctantly let Ayn go.The slave took his hand and guided him out of the room. No matter how strange that seemed, Xavier didn’t care. He followed, feeling suddenly at peace, being directed like that, in his own home, where no one ever dared doing that.Ayn let out a breath, once he was back in his room. He checked under the bed.. He told us that he would mail the papers to his lawyer, as he had to leave for Vancouver on Sunday, and he was not quite sure, he should get the opportunity to come back in time for signing the final papers, but he had authorised Henny to sign the papers for both of them. He was still fairly satisfied with the deal, although he laughed, and once more told me that I drove a hard bargain.The rest of the weekend was spent planning. How to pack down all our stuff, sort out which things would have. "People will not notice the origin of the shot, not immediately," he said. "Rather, they will focus on the one who was shot, which will be you. I will bend over your fallen body solicitously and will administer the coup de grace as I do so. Then, while all hover around you in confusion and uncertainty, I and my associates will quietly vanish. I hope you understand."I did. I wasn't getting out of this easily.We took their car, a new-model sedan. Ratty drove, Hairy sat in the front seat glaring. A spark of doubt suddenly ignited within me. Heart now racing madly, I pinched myself, hoping it would be enough to put an end to the fantasy. It wasnt. Nor were the slaps I gave myself. It took a while before I realized what that meant. Oh my god! I gasped when it finally dawned on me why the fantasy had felt so realistic. It wasnt a fantasy! I remained frozen in shock for a second before the implications of such a revelation were revealed. If what I had just experienced as real, it meant I.