De Saint-Meran, I applied my smelling-salts; but all was over, and I arrived at Aix by the side of a corpse." Villefort stood with his mouth half open... quite stupefied."Of course you sent for a doctor?" Immediately; but, as I have told you, it was too late." Yes; but then he could tell of what complaint the poor marquis had died." Oh, yes, sir, he told me; it appears to have been an apoplectic stroke." And what did you do then?" M. de Saint-Meran had always expressed a desire, in case his death. “Sure ... Sir...” she said, as he explained about requiring her to wash him. She had enjoyed the task, oddly enough. She remembered feeling strangely at peace, content to just take care of him as requested. It was still rather embarrassing, she knew that, but she also knew, just like in the movie, that it was all connected. Service, being controlled, it all flowed together.She had her own ideas about leaving him afterwards, not feeling totally comfortable ignoring him, but she respected his. Before midday I received another text from my dear hubby:“I want you dress sexy and get your ass ready for me…”This made me wet… It was not usual Victor announced he wanted to sodomize me…Late afternnon I dressesd sexy as he wanted. A short black dress that barely covered my ass cheeks, stiletto heels and not a thong at all.When the sun was going down, I got his last message;“You should wait for me with the door open, kneeling in the living room, eyes blindfolded and hands at your back, quiet. . for the coming month that 200 feet wide stretch of sand from high tide to the bar would be jealously guarded ... wrist band wearing fingerprinted 19 year old customers only. Don’t lose the band ... don’t loan it out. No band? wade or walk around.Bobby and the Spur arrived at the scene of the approaching storm. They moved into the warehouse storage building with the instruments.Bobby, Tommy and George, following my directions, found my house. They were vetted by the Del Lago gate guards..