“Make it something I might have written. If it’s going to have my name on it…” “Have you read anything of mine?” Giving as good as she go.... “Of course. I read the pieces your agent sent me.” “But not my books.” “No. I’ve been rather busy.” “Travelling.” “Yes, in fact. Travelling.” He went over to the window and looked over at the glittering city, its eternal roar a silent gesture in the warm room. She was beside him before he realised she had moved, closer than she’d been all evening. He. ." I steeled myself and made the plunge, "More important, I have a Master."Master flicked a glance at Frieda. "What did you major in at college? Psychology?" Frieda grinned and opened her mouth, but Master was looking at me again. "What do you want from me?"I was confused. "Why, nothing, Master. It all goes the other way! I want to give..." I ran out of words -- was there a better word than 'everything?'Master eyed me, musing. "So it's my job to take..."I blinked. "Um, yes Master." It hadn't. His hands slide down my back to my butt and mine around his neck andI don't want it to end. He makes me feel so complete, but I need more. Andno one is home.Leaning into him I whisper, "If you want to come in for a sec, I can giveyou the dress back." I'd come in if you told me I had to stand on my head!" Silly." I reply, as he ushers me through the door.Once inside, I tell him to grab a beer if he wants, and I'll be rightback. I sashay slowly up the small flight of stairs, making sure my. She reasoned that perhaps he wanted someone, anyone, as long as she was female and she had shelved the whole idea, after all she had her husband Sam, and he should have been enough, shouldn’t he? She had on occasions been really randy and had nearly crumbled but luckily the lad joined up before her resolve was really tested. But since then she had had the odd day-dream about him, especially since her Sam had slowed down this last year, probably feeling his age! Since joining up the boy.