In 1995, two years after Paul's debasement, I became a grandmother. A joyous event, but one my soul’s blemish kept me from fully enjoying.Soon after... however, serendipitously, I entered our bank with the office weekly business receipts and met Gabriel. We knew one another, not by personal or business relationships, but by community service. When the kids were in school, I volunteered for school fundraisers and hit on community businesses. I especially hit on banks.My rationale, like Willie. I always thought it was more like making love to most of my clients. I emailed 'Master' about 45 minutes. He seemed very interesting and nice by his emails. He sent me a question asking me if he could ask me a serious/honest question. And I said sure... 'Master' asked me if I had a r@p# fantasy. I was shocked! Sick! Sick bastard he was one of them. I wasn't going to email him anymore and delete and block him. First I responded NO! "Master' responded okay and that a lot of women had them and he. She packed up her stuff, and started to the elevator. The elevator was packed full of people. Sandy did not enjoy crowded spaces, but she wanted to leave. She fit herself into the elevator and told the person closest to the panel ground floor.A young woman was standing next to her. She turned to Sandy. “I like your earrings. They go well with your clothes. Where did you get those?”“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve had this stuff forever.” Sandy looked at the girl trying to stop the conversation. She did. This one will be up to the judge."From that moment on, Hanna was in complete and total control of her body. There was not a kid in her school who was brave enough to grab without asking. It also meant that she went several months without a date."Mickey, let me talk to my brother please," she said as she made the desperation call."Erik, I haven't had a date in more than two months and I'm horny. Won't you please come home this weekend?" she begged after I picked up the phone."Aren't there any.