Cassidy... about the contents of the book, that is... before I let any of it go!"In spite of her resolve to remain calm, Sylvie screamed into the phon...."All I want is both of those tapes, Frank!"Her face was pale and her lips tense as the fingers of one hand clenched into a fist and the others clutched at the receiver.The maid, Ella, was making herself small in a corner of the room. She had originally been waiting to be dismissed, and then she was afraid of signaling her presence in the room,. ’ She is back in the present before his words disappear. Her eyes go to the deck and the back door. When she speaks she is breathless and her whisper squeaks: ‘We can’t do that here!’ ‘Just your panties. Please. Give them to me.’ She stares at him for five seconds, ten seconds. It is time for a final decision, the one she’s already made. So she rucks up her skirt and grasps her panties to pull them down her thighs. At her knees she reaches the tops of the boots she has worn against the weather. . and I’d do it for him because I was in love.In hindsight (amazing how that’s always perfect vision!), Renaud was grooming me to become his slave. As a naive young girl, I had no idea – to me this was still a game and the prize for winning was a sophisticated lover with some strange fetish-like tastes. I was perfectly happy to go along with his “games” if it meant I got to be with him and keep him as my own.His domination of me was subtle in its approach, so subtle that I didn’t even realise. She accepted my arm and assistance getting into the car. The black Lincoln Continental her husband drove was not in sight but the house was well lit as we drove away."I hope this didn't take you away from anything important," Wanda said when we were under way.Should I tell her what it was taking me away from? Should I describe what Huley had in mind for us to do? Would she be interested in hearing the barrage of four letter words Huley had unloaded on me as soon as I said I was not going to be.