But Dani...”“I know,” she said. She came the rest of the way down the stairs until she was standing right in front of me. It was all I could do ...o not grab her right there and fuck her for the seventh time in twenty-four hours.“Shall we, then?” she asked. The two of us headed out to my car, hand in hand.We walked into the mall. “Where are we going first?” I asked.“How about the lingerie store?” she asked, smiling. “I could use some new bras and panties.”“Fine with me.” We started walking and I. "I shrugged. Last night I had told her that I expected her to accept her slavery, and she had left in a fury. At the time I had been consumed by desire for that power I had seen displayed in the slave market. Now it all just seemed silly."So," I said to her as she sat on the other side of my bed, "now you can tell me your name, maybe?" Maybe," she smiles pleasantly. If being in a room alone with a stranger bothered her, or if the dark looks the hostel watchman had given her had stung, then her. Holy crap, this girl wasaggressive. Had she always been that forward? Had I just been too man-blind to notice? The way she smiled at me, the little motions of herhands, the way she leaned in closer to me when she spoke. Allrecognizable as spotlights showcasing her intent.When it comes to women, guys really are stupid."Did you get everything taken care of? Or do you need to go back home?" I, uh, I mean ... I should ..." I promised Jeff and Stacy we'd give them some privacy. So I guess thatmeans. ***"C'mon Wayne, you owe us one, mate!" shouted Vincent. He had his earpressed to the mobile phone. They were sat in a booth at the back of thecafe below the flat. Joey was finishing the last cigarette of the pack,looking anxiously at Vincent who was listening to a stream of words fromtheir former manager."Oh yeah?" exclaimed Vincent, "fuck you too! And your fucking so-calledfucking band!" He slammed the phone down on the table.Joey took the half smoked stub from his mouth and handed it over..