He asked me to talk down to him. To treat him like shit, like I didn't care, like I'm just using his cock to please myself. This was exciting to me I ...lways fantasized about this very thing. The thought of being a strong woman in charge especially when I was home alone having one of my masturbating sessions. I cared very deeply for him but this revelation was something new and exciting. Needless to say we both loved it. Fucking him from the top I told him all sorts of terrible and untrue. I just spoke to Maria, and I can't wait to get home, so I can wash the conversation from my brain with liquor. If the rest of them are as bad as she is, I'm leaving them all here to rot."Betty flinched, and he immediately apologized for dumping that on her. She brushed off the apology, and said, "No, fortunately the rest of them are a lot less obnoxious. They're nearly as bigoted, but anyone with an ounce of self-respect seems like a noble to them, and they defer to you immediately. You'll have. I couldn’t see where I was going.”“So I hurt you?” His voice sounded anguished.“No.”“But you were crying,” he reminded her.“I panicked. I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t face the fact that ... I love you.”“So you love me?” His voice rose.“Didn’t I just say that?”“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t expecting that. I was expecting you to say we had to stop seeing each other, or something.”“And you thought I’d dress like this to give you that news?” She smiled for the first time since he’d seen her that. Here it is. Please take your time. Feel free to ask any questions as you read through it." Harold Fortesque" read the contract which purported to award him a 40% interest in the profits from the run of the ship Columbine to Shanghai, China, and back. The cargo going out was finished wood planks and tea on the return trip. There was a guarantee of a minimum return of $20,000, no matter what the profit might actually be. After studying the contract for a while, Harold said that he was ready to.