I walked up the drive to this very impressive country house and rang the doorbell. She opened the door and ushered me in, once inside we kissed and em...raced and then sat in the lounge and had a good catch up over a glass of wine.The house was huge a perk of the company she worked for 5 bedrooms in total lots of space for people to play and explore each other, she took me upstairs to her room and told me to get changed, I went into the ensuite and undressed then put my tights on. She stood in. As time went by he became friendlier, trying to engage me in conversation with him. His name was Carlos and he lived alone in a housing apartment across the street. One day he asked me if I liked music and I replied “yes”. He told me that he had a new radio he didn’t need and would like to give it to me. He asked that I just follow him over to his apartment to pick it up. I agreed and we walked together across the street to his place (I normally don’t go to a strangers house, but in this case I. When he placed the panel on the desk, her curiosity was piqued. "What's that?" she asked, as James laid the panel on the desk.James saw what his sister was referring to and watched as she pulled a CD case from its hiding place. His own curiosity was now piqued as he watched her open the case and saw the disk was labeled "private: for our eyes-only"."What do you think is on it?" Julie asked."Why would dad hide it is the better question." he responded.Julie sat in her father's chair and put the. Excited. And powerful. Did you know? That you are powerful?How am I powerful? I can’t move. I can’t scream. I’m about to be ****d. How is this powerful?What this poor man is doing is proof of your power.. . . what?Look at him.No, please, don’t make me—LOOK AT HIM.Laurie looked. A black man—so dark she almost couldn’t see him in the alley. Strong. Short hair. Powerful. And she could see his eyes. They were red. And angry. And . . . scared?He wants you.. . . .He needs you.. . . .He cannot help.