New Year’s Eve passed, the work week started. No calls, no post card, nothing. I sent her an email with the jaunty subject line, ‘Welcome back fro... the land of’ and mentioned where she went. A deep unease was seeping into me, as if I stood on a deserted subway platform at midnight. I tried to forestall the chill with the phrase ‘write/call after you get settled in,’ so I could kid myself that she was just ‘settling in’ rather than ignoring me and hoping I would interpret her silence as a plea. He really seemed to live your ass and hips and thighs since they are the most beautiful thick things I have ever seen with that 120 pound small waist 56 womans body of yours. I even noticed you flirting a lil more and rubbing your ass against him a little more as you passed him to maybe get another drink or something it was clear you did it on purpose which I loved and he definitely lived it. The guy was dark but he was mixed with Spanish and Black. Well things got flirty a little bit more we. "Thank you Courtney, that is an amazing and almost unbelievable story. In fact, I would probably have dismissed it as fiction except for a few points. One is that we were having some doubts about the deaths, especially James because we have looked very hard for that body and just can't find it. Second, you came up with some names that you were very unlikely to have just guessed, but which put some pieces in place for us. Just to make sure I want you to look at some pictures and see if anyone. Kneading my cheek, he contemplated, ‘Well, I don’t know. Hey guys, what’d’ya think, fifty or double twenty-five?’ There was an immediate chorus from the other Doms of, ‘Double twenty-five.’ They knew the difficulty of counting double. ‘Y’know you might be right. But, let’s let those who’ve felt our loving sting on their asses give Suzie the answer.’ I swung my head so I was facing the crowd, I looked through the fine mesh of my cape. I hoped to silently plead my case. No one spoke. Master had.