I braked and waved. This mood was just too good to be spoiled by anything. I had met her six months ago online. It had taken some time but wow, was it...worth it. The sex has just been fantastic, funny and basically fucking marvellous. Even though it is an occasional thing, it was always great.Anyway, back to Friday... I pull up at her cottage, knowing her hubby won't be back for hours and, being self employed, my hours are my own. I go through the front door as quietly as I can, slip my work. Then, if I was lucky, I’d be shadowing Faraday or Cooke until I was fast tracked to junior partner. I backed out of my computer to the login prompt and followed Lewis to sate my curiosity.“Bryn, close the door,” His voice carried into the bullpen I hurried up to come face to face with the white stranger accompanying him.“Hi,” I didn’t wince when I caught the door with the toe of my stiletto.“Hello,” She said warily.“You guys look like--”“Bryn!”“There’s a young woman here,” She panicked a. " "But, sir, I don't even know your name. I mean, this is cool and all, and you've paid me a lot of loot for my time, but you really do think you're some kind of big shot, I mean, like I said, I don't even know your name." "My name is inconsequential. Stacey, from here on out, you will call me Master. In time, your little boyfriend will call me Master too. And from what I can tell, you're going to love how I'm going to treat you and your little boyfriend." You notice how I don't call him a wimp. It's clear where they puttheir emphasis, but the athletic facilities really are anembarrassment. Right now, I could use a heater."Patricia!"It's Gretchen! That's my girl!"Here Gretch!"She reaches up, waving her hand in the open window."Can you see me?" Yeah, I can. Did you find the bag?" Right here. What is it?" You ever see those ads on late night TV about storing your clothes ina vacuum bag to save closet space?" Yes." That's what it is. Hurry and toss it through the window before Ifreeze to.