She was going to be weak from now on, she was going to be indecisive andlook for the man in her life to tell her what to do in all aspects ofher life....She was going to be a woman that needed a strong man to tellher what to do and keep her in line every day after that. The lastchoice she would be making would be choosing the man who was going tocontrol all the aspects of that submissive woman from that day forth. Orwould she? Weak submissive women didn't choose, they accepted otherschoices as. It went from the touristy part of town to the suburban commercial areas in just a few minutes. Then to an almost vacant industrial park.Roger was a little concerned when Bruno pulled the Buick into the drive of a deserted plant."This would be a great place to kill a cop and then dispose of the body. You wouldn't have to go outside at all," Roger suggested."Or to hold off an army of thugs trying to kill a cop," Bruno suggested."How would it be against an army of cops?" Roger asked."Thugs, rogue. I'm sure they'd all noticed his micro-mini skirt and thigh-high boots. "Where did you find Vanni? Talk about your Italian stallions!" Don't look at me; the twins found him sleeping in the den." Lucky brats." So, if he's interested, you're voting 'yes'?" Hell yes." Yann snickered. Then he switched gears and nuzzled against my neck. "You should check under my skirt, papa."Who could resist an invitation like than? I knew he was hard, because I could feel it rubbing obtrusively against me. I. "Well, Ral. I can see that you are most certainly a user and have marked yourself as a male others would be jealous of." The statement was cryptic on so many levels. "How long have you been using the program?" Not very long," I answered. If she wanted to know specifics, she had the wrong person. She was being cryptic and off tempo with me and I could play that game. If she started being open and honest, so could I."Well, you seem to have picked up some skill."I wasn't sure what skill she was.