I asked if she had that key. Marie said that she did.I told her we would go there now.That was easy. She presented her key, signed a card and the box ...oor was opened for her. We were in a hurry, I dumped every thing that was that box into a canvas bag and we got out of there. There was a lot of money and papers in that box.We would have time to examine the contents of the bag later.In the file drawer of Marie's mother's desk had been a key file, a case with pockets for two dozen keys. Some of. Don’t pass out on me.’ With a conscious effort, Cindy took a gulp of air. She tried to will herself into calm alertness, but instead found her thoughts flitting around like wild birds. ‘So, Cindy,’ the woman asked without looking up. ‘Why do you want to be a sex slave?’ All at once, the room seemed to shift unsteadily. So … there is it was. The phrase had finally been spoken. It was suddenly … real. She tried to swallow, but found that her mouth was too dry to accomplish the task. Her lips. It was totally awesome.She had to leave to get back to her daughter Olivia, or Livy, as we all called her. Livy was going away soon to be part of a dance academy in the largest city in our state. She was a ballerina. She had been dancing since she was a child and now at fifteen she was getting her big break and getting the professional training she had always wanted.After Jen had been gone for two or three weeks my Aunt Polly arrived to visit the old folks and stayed with us. And again I was. ‘That’s smart of you and if you know this then also must me knowing that I wanna spend some special time with my new handsome loving friend’ she said and then we went for long drive had great conversation and smoke and then she told me to come to her place for coffee but my luck had great thing for me on the way I took chocolate for her and condom for me;-)Then we been to her place and I was in balcony smoking there she came with coffee then we both sat on sofa and she was so close me to that I.