You've come through the week so don't mess up now. At 10am meet me inthe same place we were last week in the woods. Make sure you're wearinga bra and ...erfume and everything else you wore this week. OR ELSE." Iwas afraid as I read this but again I thought I could handle one dayeven if he peed on me again. Then I would be safe at home away from Joeforever.(I feltmy penis stir a bit as he did this. I didn't know why) and grunted anaffirmation that it was there and then slapped my ass as I stood. ’ He hadn’t mentioned this to anyone. Certainly not to Florence, and he wouldn’t either. If he was wrong, and she was as despicable as things looked he didn’t want to look like some moonstruck fool. He smiled to himself. ‘She is mighty pretty.’ He spoke to Florence, ‘Come on in. We’re all about to have some coffee.’ Ms. Henderson didn’t hesitate to come inside this time. She looked about the room, ‘Where’s the woman?’ Fletcher told her, ‘Sorrel’s still asleep.’ Florence responded, ‘Get her up.’. Sharon had, during those few weeks, introduced me to everyone. I felt wanted, it was such a special feeling.At this meeting, Lyndsey came over, said hello, and asked how I had settled in. She invited me to have lunch with her and her family on Sunday. Lyndsey was in her mid 30's, married with a daughter. I beamed with pleasure at being invited and readily accepted. So on Sunday after church, I accompanied Lyndsey, her husband Ronald, and daughter Bethan to their home for lunch. Bethan was a. ” Sarah said, crossing her arms. “You want something, what is it? Cash? Go ahead little boy, spit it out.”Her name-calling flashed anger in me, but I understood, and was ready. “I’m not the one who’s going to be spitting anything out, ‘Sar-AH’.” I said. “if you want to keep your relationship and this lifestyle, you’d best change that tone, because you are NOT in charge here, you got that?”Seeing her shrink a bit at my flash of temper, I scooped her phone off the table beside us and tossed it to.