.................... A question that has tormented me for far to long. An answer that's beenlong over due. Why was I only turned on by the desire to ...ompletely give myselfto a woman? To only serve her needs. To be her slave, to live and enjoy allpain she inflicts upon me. I had only dreamt of being completely powerlessto such a woman. In the past I have only experienced on few occasions the thrillto serve woman. But I had yet to know complete helplessness, I only know Iwanted it. And to find. The unchanging flickering of the torch light terrified Janine more than anything. Was the night ending? Was it past midnight? Had it barely began? How long until the sun graced the sky once again so Janine might have her one mad chance to achieve the impossible? And what if the legends were false? No one had ever seen a vampire sleep. What if Theresa remained awake if she was far enough from the sunlight? That thought added a genuine touch to her shrieks.It's a great idea, the Queen had said. I. Get up, you lazy slugabed! NOW!?Amanda slid out of bed as fast as she could, but not before Sally was able to smack her behind a couple of good strong slaps in the process. Amanda raced over to the shovel and within thirty seconds had managed to throw three shovels full of coal into the ice-cold furnace. As she was lighting the match to reignite the pilot light, she received two more wallops across her rear end. Finally the fire was beginning to start up, and Sally was shooing the young girl. “‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’ and ‘The Story of O’,” I said in a soft voice clipped with trepidation. “Both lovely reads,” he said. “Intelligent choices.” “Thank you,” I said. “Lovely reads.” “Intelligent choices.” Those were unusual combination of words to describe books of questionable morals meant to fulfill secret sexually savory appetites, and here I was being exposed and prodded by some man who was a stranger who wouldn’t let me see him. “You should read ‘The Story of O’ first,” he said..