Melody waved. She was about fifty feet off the road and out my line of fire.Angela stopped and got out of the car and ran to Melody. They hugged. I wa...ted a few moments before slowly rising up. Melody gave me our prearranged okay signal and I slowly walked toward the two of them. Melody told Angela something and she went toward her car while Melody waited for me. Angela pulled a suitcase and a back pack from the car, locked it, and walked toward us. When she reached us, I told Melody to help. "Poodle, why don't you head up to bed, Kevin can handle the clean-up." He said dotingly to his daughter.She nodded and sat back in the sofa, waiting sleepily in the uncomfortable wet spot, until her dad climbed the stairs to his room and Kevin began carting the dishes and garbage to the kitchen. She turned off the TV, plunging the room into near total darkness before finally moving from the soaked cushion. The feeling of the cold, wet shorts no longer felt uncomfortable, but tantalizingly. ”“What if I decided to make you my personal pain slut and keep you locked up in a hole in the ground until you die of old age?” I asked, seeking anger or fear or something other than resignation. I didn’t get it.“It wouldn’t happen,” Lotta stated simply. “The moment grandfather loses money, you’d disappear. He’d lose money if I wasn’t making videos.”“So what exactly does, ‘Do what you want with me,’ mean then?”“It means anything other than denying grandfather my videos. I can be your pain slut. . Nervous because no matter how confident I might come across, I'm really not. I'm shy, and I'm scared that you might not like what you see in me.I unpack my case in the quiet hotel room, the music in the background is slow and has a calming effect on my nerves. I pull out my new black dress. It's short, but not too short, it's sophisticated yet sexy. I select some sexy lingerie and sheer black stockings to wear underneath, and some killers heels. I know how you love your killer heels.I take a.