’ ‘Like I give a flying fuck. Come on already, give with the details.’ I lit another cigarette, took a drag then placed it down in the ashtray. ...he details rushed together as if it were yesterday. Jack Sullivan was his name. Smart son of a bitch. Everyone called him Sully though. He had a big fucking ego Sully did, a really big ego. I recall as a kid of maybe nine or ten, he thought he could fly, and to prove it, he leaped across several rooftops in succession. Of course, the rest of us egged. He was more attractive then my dreams. “Caleb, are you going to watch me shower?” I turned but saw nothing, so turned back to the mirror and he was still there. He body was tight and toned and saw he wore black shorts and he had strong rugby player legs. I knew I wanted him, I was so turned on at the thought of him watching me and my earlier dreams. I slipped into the shower and felt the warm water all over my body, rubbing up and down my curves, then the feeling changed and Caleb now stood. There were even more, but Thad’s eyes refused to linger on them.The desk was a huge rococo nightmare, the lights all had sharp and angular Frank Lloyd Wright stained glass shades, and the rug was probably older than Thad’s grandparents.And Kjersti was on that rug, in the nadu pose, signaling her willingness to be a pleasure slave.“Kjersti, I so don’t need this shit right now. Get up, sit down over there.”He pointed at two overstuffed black leather wingback chairs separated by a small Gueridon. She clicked Anand’s profile and checked. Twenty-four years old and just out of college. Good body, and a cute, gentle face. Rose preferred wild men with rough looks to be owned by him, but not today. In the next few hours, she planned to get her cute boy and make him her ‘lover boy’. She has never been laid down by a younger man.She looked and searched his Facebook profile and learned some things about him. A few hours later here she was, watching her new slave.“Dude, you see the hot lady over.