“I will do whatever you want me to do.” She shook her head slowly again. “It won’t work like that, Eric. We have to do this together, just lik... we decided to be together, to make a life, to become the unified entity that we have created.” “Shania,” I began. “I know,” she grinned. “I love you, too.” “You’re still doing that,” I whined. “So are you,” she grinned brightly. “Every time you say my name I hear you say ‘I love you.’ I like it.” “You know, you can be indescribably frustrating.” “Only. I have some food in the Frig but nowI tend to enjoy a glass of wine. Can I pour you a glass as well??I glanced at my cell and saw the time. Thirty minutes had passed. As Istood to leave she turned to hand me the wine. Her cleavage convinced meto pause. Though a crazy idea I thought that I might get laid. Shehanded me the long stem glass and sat just to my right in the clubchair. Her gown now shifted and I saw her tanned legs.We enjoyed the Bordeaux and I spoke of the band and my intent to. Of course not, I sadlyconcluded. Special Agent Moore's fantastical plan was the sort of thingthat only Hollywood writers dreamt up, not an aging federal bureaucrat.No one in their right minds could imagine such a thing, much less expectanother seemingly sane and rational person to buy into it.Upon reaching Fulton Street, I paused. Looking off to my right I caughtsight of a vast empty space filled with nothing but sky, a rare thing inthis part of the city. As if drawn toward it I made my way. A China-Doll brunette named Maya. She had an oriental appearance with medium brown skin and green almond eyes. Her body was absolute perfection with 34C breasts, 22 inch waist and 35 inches around the most delicious ass you can imagine. Looked like Catherine-Zeta Jones with a dark tan. I most often slept in a huge bed between them. It was heaven!Sylvia was The Dominatrix and instigator of the sexual activities we engaged in. Sylvia actually learned to make real all of her repressed dominant.