" Vanessa was being stubborn, but that's only to be expected. She wanted to make sure I was a true master.I took off my jacket and laid it front of he.... I didn't want her clothing soiled which might have caused others to comment. "Assume the slave position, Vanessa." She stared at me in wonder for a moment. I prayed I wasn't wrong about Vanessa. I realized I'd been holding my breath and slowly exhaled in relief as the older woman finally knelt down on my jacket and sat back down on her heels. .. those things he said..."The fatter garbage man, also burning with rage, turned to Lisa to tell her that she was full of shit, but when he noticed her skimpy negligee, barely concealing her sexy, curvy body, his anger faded. "Well, it ain't yo' fault, ma'am," he said.Lisa turned to the other man, grateful he didn't assume she was a racist, too. She felt she had to confess about the note. "B-but it was me that left the message on the cans. I didn't realize, that is, I... I wanted him to give. . ever! Promise?" Yes, of course ... I promise."Laura looked down and stared into her glass of wine. Just as she started to speak the phone rang."SHIT! Hold that thought." Tara put her cell to her ear. "Hello." Hi, Tara, it's Ken."As soon as Tara knew who was on the other end she turned on the speaker and set the phone down on the little table between her and her sister."Hey, Ken, what's up?" Hi Ken," interjected Laura with a slight hesitation in her voice."Ladies," he said addressing them. Dawn replied your welcome Sir Michael. You go back to the house and I'll be back in a few minutes after I rearrange my clothes. The man who Stella now recognised, as indeed being Sir Michael. Kissed Dawn again. Just a quick touch of the lips this time. And said OK see you later gorgeous. And thanks for the fuck. Then left. A minute later, so Sir Michael was out of earshot. Dawn said you can come out now Stella. Stella stepped out of the shadows, And said, what were you and Sir Michael doing? We.