Please. You belong to Riya."He smiled patiently. "I've already given you my word. I will not take you, Betty." But ... but, you've ... made me..." (I ...idn't want to say it) " ... horny." You can be aroused ... but I will not help you." His fingers moved slightly, straining, ready to snap."PLEASE don't do that!" He paused again. "Snapping your fingers ... as if I was a dog. It's demeaning."He smiled. "Very well. This will be last time, I promise."SNAP! I didn't even try to resist. Down I went.. ”“I've been involved with the Lumen... that's not going to be a problem?”“The only problem is if you're not by my side.”James smiled and blushed deeply. Her daring and confidence were as intoxicating as her accent. She really was a woman that followed her passions, throwing everything else to the wind.The scariest thought he'd contended with that day was that this revelation might end their relationship. Perhaps it was a foolish doubt, given how strong their commitment had grown, but it had. You all seem to be very possessive. I don’t get it,’ Tasha replied. ‘Not all men are possessive. Some men like an independent woman with a little sass and wit.’ ‘Is that you?’ Tasha asked. ‘Guilty as charged. I have a terrific relationship with my mother, so I have great respect for women.’ ‘Well, that certainly is refreshing,’ Tasha replied as she look at Phil’s collection of Hermes’ ties. The tour continued and finally ended in the game room. Phil fell back into his leather sofa and watched. I remember it as though it were yesterday. I was so nervous. We were sitting together on her bed after school watching a movie, I had been planning to tell her for three week, plucking up the courage, then suddenly – there it was, I just blurted it out. ‘Becki, I’m gay.’ Silence. Oh fuck. She hates me, she thinks I’m gross. Oh God Oh God Oh God, why did you tell her why? You fucking idiot Chris why?? Then laughter. Oh fuck. She thinks I’m kidding, Oh dear God don’t make me explain! ‘I’m not.