She jumped at my touch but once she realised where she was, she shimmied across and began to quietly sob into my chest. I put my arms around her and j...st held her until she had calmed down.“Thank you.” She whispered.“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked“No, I don’t really remember what it was about anyway.” She said looking up into my eyesI just stared back into her eyes. She leant in and gave me a light kiss, this time I was prepared for it and kissed her back. At first it was tender but. She asked me my fantasies.I told her the truth: I had managed to experience just about every fantasy I'd ever had, except the one involving the midget, the fat lady, the mule and the VW Microbus. She laughed and opened another bottle of wine. She liked scotch, I knew, but my entire liquor cabinet had been wiped out just before I met June. I'd been temporarily putting up a sometimes lover, a sleek little blonde who was visiting from West Germany, and found out she was an alcoholic when she left. In the end, I went there exactly for this purpose."Ok, enough with the interrogatory, Laura. The girl is older exactly like you, because it's you I'm talking about. It's you I dream about at night, it's you I've been spying for months from my bedroom, masturbating whenever I saw you taking your bikini top off".I felt relieved after my confession, finally I managed to let it all out, but at the same time I was scared about her possible reaction to my words.I have to say she didn't look as upset. I close my eyes. ?No moving,? Master says, around a mouthful of ham and 16-grain bread.I open my eyes again and watch with a simpleton's wonder the little puddle of saliva forming on the floor three inches from my nose. When you have a gag in your mouth for as long as I have now, you begin to drool in a rather humiliating fashion. Master walks passed me, sandwich in hand, the sound of his footsteps leaving the kitchen, traveling elsewhere through the apartment. Bedroom, bathroom, I hear him.