”She eyed him playfully. “You and Heather still a thing?”“Yes. Still together, very happy.”“You guys ever... open it up to anyone else?”...��Not our style, but I'm flattered you'd ask.”“Awwww, that's a shame.” She winked at him. “Let me know if you ever re-think that. See ya tomorrow, Dare.”She marched out of the shop like nothing had happened and Darius exhaled for the first time in minutes.* * * * *“What do you mean I'm making dinner?” Darius asked in exasperation. It had been a long day at the. I really needed to find myself a girl.The next morning I once more ate my breakfast with just mom. She asked me if I had enough photos for my project and I told her I had just about. The minimum would be five pictures but there were six or seven, which I could use. After I had finished eating I took my coffee to Amy's room to look at Wallis's photos. There was still two which I hadn't done which I had hoped to try. That was the 'New York Station' one and 'Welcome to Manhattan'. The Manhattan. Her husband was kneeling on the floor, naked with his hands tied behind his back. His nipples were clamped and his cock seemed to be in some type of cage."Reginald! I want this young man's cock sucked and ready for me when I return" barked Agnes before turning to me and saying more softly, "Let me just put on more appropriate attire. I won't be long" she said, stepping into what looked like a walk in wardrobe. I turned to look at the old man kneeling on the floor. Last night he'd been a pompous. How was it?’ Thankfully, she’s leafing through a magazine and not really paying attention to my face. I’m sure it will somehow give me away, guilt written in bold font across my forehead. ‘Oh, that. Fine, fine.’ I put my keys on the kitchen counter and loosen my tie. ‘Everything ok?’ She’s suddenly attentive and I am sure she is on to me. ‘Were there any problems? Cancer?’ She looks serious and worried now. I chuckle at her disarmingly. ‘No, no. Fit as a fiddle, doc says.’ I draw myself up in.