"They tell you I've got a drug problem?" he asked, clasping his big hands between his knees to stop their motion. He looked at the floor.I felt my hea...t skip several beats and shook my head. "Nope." I do. I tested positive several times up in Canada. I don't do it much, but I still do it now and then." He glanced up at me."You been suspended?" I asked."Uh uh, league's never caught me," he said. "They used a private doctor, not the team's. But I wanted you to know." Thanks," I said. "Somebody. But my Mistress has a surprise for me tonight. As I move my mouth into the right position, ready to suck each toe into my mouth in turn, she reaches down putting her foot back on the floor.She grabs my hair and pulls me up. I move along with her after a quick squeal of surprise. She pulls me up and guides me across her lap. My entire body shudders as I know my Mistress is about to spank me. And she wastes no time. Her hand sting across my ass an instant later. I jump at the shock of the. That thought scared the hell out of me. But at the same time, all I wanted to do was please my boyfriend. Sam was looking down at my face and his expression changed, he suddenly looked mean. “You look like shit that make-up smeared all over your face. You really are a whore.” And as I looked up at him, I almost told him that he had make-up smeared all over his face too, from all the kissing we’d done. But with that look in his eyes, I didn’t dare say anything. I could feel his. Depressed. That’s how cops die or slide into a bottle. That’swhere I was until one of those chance intersections oflives pulled me out; one of those pitches life throwsat you that you can decide to turn away from, or allowit to change you forever.A loss of that perspective, a loss of my ability toremember the magic in life and the accumulated weightof too many arrows and too much caring about them hadled me to that hotel room in Seattle. I hadn’t feltthis bad in years and.