’ His arm clutched her tightly against his body as his fingers fought around the layers of fabric. He released her upper body entirely and she tumbl...d forward, hands landing on empty seats. She gasped as his finger came to her entrance. It lingered, running along the lips, pressing slowly inward.. ‘You can’t just do this,’ she barked. He hesitated, finger slowly lifting away from her labia. He pulled back, and she felt the cold air on her back where his warm chest had been. She craned to see. After all, how could she? I did not know anyone that could compete with her alluring presence. The days went by without success. I thought my plan had surely crumbled. But then this all changed on my final evening in Switzerland, when Olivia came barging in my room, as I was packing, and almost slamming the door behind her. Had she known I had been seducing her lover? Was I mistaken to target the man? “I know what you’ve been up to”. “Olivia, let me explain…” I started, but before I could. . I’m not a bad arranger myself,” Remas said. “Maybe I could contribute something. Like, I could arrange one of those Boccherini quintets and either replace a violin with flute or just add a flute to it. Sort of see if you like what I can do.”“You’d do that?” Sophie asked.“Well, yeah,” Remas said. “Maybe this winter I could come out to Indiana and you can reverse the audition process. I could audition for you and um ... your pod.”I caught Donna’s eye and she was smirking. We’d just been. U can callme Sir."The phone rang. I was too much in shock to answer. Another chat buzzwoke me from my stupor. "Answer it, u dumb slut."I did."Hello?' I answered in a voice that betrayed fear.A deep baritone chuckled on the other end of the line. "That's better,slut. Now, let's make that fantasy or yours come true."I was quickly cautioned not to interrupt other than to answer directquestions with a "Yes, Sir" or "No, Sir." Any disobedience would be metwith severe punishment.And so it began. I.