They both knew what they wanted. Putting me at ease, seemed their intent from the first hand shake. I was apprehensive, since I had only imagined this...sort of meeting. Now that it happened I was excited beyond belief. Nancy and Roman were around my age. Meeting face to face was a requirement. After introductions and a minimum of small talk we got down to the reason for the meet. I had expressed an interest in becoming their sub/sex slave. They were agreeable with me being a novice in this type. Upon my death, it would all belong to the Nature Conservatory to become part of one of the greatest natural areas in the Southeast. It was what Monica wanted and I could never refuse her anything. The homestead still didn’t have any power. Forty years ago, I installed a water gathering system using the tin roof and a series of cisterns, but I never did get around to having electricity brought in. We did fine with kerosene lamps and an antique kerosene refrigerator that I kept running for over. Her full head of curls cascaded softly down her back. Her blue eyes shimmered in the candlelight. He could smell the perfume she had applied earlier and the whole effect was breath taking.She smiled up at him. He was a vision in his jeans, a crisp white dress shirt and a casual blazer. He looked like he could have stepped off the cover of GQ magazine. His black hair was messy, curly but it was those deep dark eyes that looked right through her and his full sensuous lips that made her heart beat. They weren't there when I needed them, and wouldn't believe me when I tried to tell them who I was. If this guy comes back, tell him that for all you know Samuel Nevada is dead. He is to me." Are you sure?"Sam curtly said, "I'm sure," and turned and left the room.She returned to the parlor, finding that everybody was waiting for her. James asked, "Are you okay, hun?" Yeah, but I think I'm going to have to bow out. I'm feeling a little drained." I'll drive you home." No need. You stay here and.