Tell me you will be my cunt, or leave my office now." She heard him say.She hesitated until she felt his hands on her shoulders, turning her to the ex...t door of his office, when she said what he wanted her to say. "Yes, I want to be your mistress. I'll be your bitch." Replied the shy young wife. "You'll be my cunt?" He asked. "Yes I'll be your cunt. I'll be whatever you want." The embarrassed wife conceded.He took her by the hand, guiding her toward the leather sofa on the other side of his. I jump up and throw the covers back. I look down at my ankle. The cuff is gone! I look around. It is on the nightstand with a red rose tucked in it. I look around the room and then look around for a note. There is no note and no one in the room. I smile and wonder what time Pete and Amber came there. I wonder if Amber was left tied up in the truck while Pete came in and undid the lock. I suddenly become a little pissed. Why didn't they wake me and do something with me? Did Pete see me in my. " Don't fish for compliments. You know very well that you have talent. You sure proved it the way you handled the production camp. So, are you majoring in media? Is that what it's called?" I asked."I don't know. I'm not really taking classes for a degree, I guess. I'm only taking media and telecommunications courses. Lonnie helped me arrange it. It's not costing too much," she said."Speaking of which, do you need anything? Tuition? Lunch money?" I asked. "I seem to have this bank account that. “Come on, baby, you can do it,” she whispered and patted the Coast Guard gray metal case housing the vintage relic from the seventies. The thirty pound Yaesu FT-101EE radio was a Craigslist steal, acquired by the Society for a few cents on the dollar. The rig was beautifully maintained and lovingly cared for. The fifty-year-old workhorse still had the original protective film of plastic covering its face to protect the radio from scratches and dirt.“Then again, maybe not,” she muttered after.