"You are welcome ma'am. I'm sorry they were so rude." I replied. I couldn't help but stare at her toothless grin. Something was very odd about her and...I wanted to get away as soon as possible and go my way.Still, I felt bad for her. "May I accompany you to your home?" I forced myself to say."No, no," she mumbled as she reached into her dirty stained purse. It was at least as old as her. "I can get where I want by myself, now let's see..." she said, pulling out a small vial and handing it to me.. We sat and sipped the tea, and she leant forward to hold my hand, “you will understand love one day my lad,” I remember her saying, “trust, love and lust are all that’s needed for a good marriage, always remember that lad and you won`t go far wrong, but trust is the important one, if you can`t trust your partner or if they can`t trust you its hopeless…!” of course it was true and I have always remembered her wise words. She explained about pain, sexual pain, saying that, “it was not for some. “Oh god I love him, he’s so sweet he’s always thinking of me.” She thought to herself as she curled back up with his pillow, burying her nose into it, as she could smell his hair as she drifted back off to sleep. He gave her a few minutes, just long enough so he figured she was back to sleep, walking into the house into their room he places all but one rose on her pillow, kissing her softly on the cheek he walks back out to the kitchen where he proceeded to make her breakfast (French Toast,. “If you do anything tricky, I will kill you. I killed a cop a couple days ago, so you are no use to me as a hostage. They will never let me go. Fuck with me and I will kill you. Let me use you, and you may live. Your choice, dignity or slavery; which do you choose?”“Slavery, I will obey.” “Never had one choose death yet. Whatever happened to death before dishonor? Get out of those clothes, and let me see what I got for today’s fun and games.”Soon she was standing before me with her legs spread.