.." I had forgotten to call her Miss Reid, and Irealised the mistake I'd made almost immediately. "I mean Miss Reid. I'mwearing your belt now, please ...et me go!"Emma looked thoughtful. "Perhaps the time for calling me Miss Reid isover. Perhaps Mistress is a better word from now on." Please Mistress!" Yes, that's better."I must have sweated buckets over the next few hours alone. Throughoutthe day I heard people coming and going down the corridor outside but ofcourse I was in no position to call. I got to my apartment showered, got ready and went to buy her some flowers. Just before I arrived to my apt she had texted asking for me to let her know when I was going to leave for her place. So I did. I went to a grocery to get some wine, flowers and yes, condoms as well. While I was waiting at the register I got a text from her with a pic. It was a pic of her thong and caption read: ‘be ready or don’t come at all’. My dick went hard instantly and my heart started to pound really fast. I. “You don’t seem particularly inclined to fight for her.”I grimaced. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but--”“But you don’t really look like you want to,” DJ pointed out. “Look at you. Are you curled in a fetal position rocking back and forth in a panic that you may have lost your fiancée? Are you going sex-crazy, dragging the nearest female into your bed trying to fuck away the pain? Or are you just sitting there ... talking about it? Rather calmly, I might add. Let’s face it: You’re not acting. Thissong alone had more power and emotion than the other three songscombined. This song proved not only to the world, but also to me, thatI could overcome the challenges that had been thrown at me since I hadembarked on my career as Sarah Carerra. This song embodied the strengththat I had been able to muster after the press conference just threedays earlier.So much had happened since then, and I couldn't imagine feeling thedespair that I had felt at the studio again. I certainly didn't feelthat.