“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked, making her way over to the fridge. Miller noted that even though this apartment was built for Borea...ans, there was scarcely an inch of room to either side of her wide hips as she passed between the table and the kitchen counter.“Oh, sure,” he replied. His teeth were already starting to chatter, and he had subconsciously crossed his arms in an attempt to ward off the cold.“I have raises the hair, soda, fruit juice.”“What’s raises the hair?” Miller. She left the bath and caught her reflection in a long mirror mounted on her wall in her small apartment. She found herself examining her body in the mirror. She had muscular legs from being on her feet all day. But the rest was ... okay, really. Just not firm as she had once kept it ... back when she had written the good stuff. Before the crap. That's when it started to slip. That's when everything started to slip. But with a little work, she could firm up the rest of her body. Maybe with a. Then she looked down."Hmm, seems maybe you liked what you were watching." I moved in my chair avoiding any adjustments with my hand. That didn't work so I stood up. Sarah took a step towards me. She was testing me, or teasing me, or whatever, I needed to get control of the situation."OK, yes, maybe the sight of a pretty girl had an effect, but that's enough. You should be getting home." She looked down, licked her top lip, smiled."OK, Steve. Um. Sorry. Can we still be friends?" Friendly. “Have I hurt you, Kitten?”“Oh no, Sir.”“Then why are you crying?”“Because I am so happy right now that I am with a man who can read me so well and wants me to submit to him while he makes me so happy. I never thought I would ever feel like this. Thank you, Sir. I think I am going to fall in love with you. Is that okay?”Mike stopped moving and just stared into her eyes. He saw the lust she was feeling for him and knew he too could fall in love with her.Mike started moving again and felt Jackie.