“Oh my god, rather you than me.”I giggled. “I know. Total spaz. But it’s cool. It means I can be really fucking mean to him and he just sucks ...t up. I’m being such a little monster with this guy! I’ve started calling him Pooch, told him that’s his new name cos it suits him. Seriously. I have the poor sod answering to it.”“Your little pooch. Ha ha ha. I love it.”“Pooch or variations. Poochy, Poochy Pie, Poochy Poo, whatever. I called him Poochy Poo Poo in front of the waiter at Zefferellis last. ’ ‘Yes, Master.’ They both again said in unison. I was feeling very powerful. We went to dinner. Pamela and Sally got along terrific. They chatted away like old friends. We went to a restaurant that I went to frequently. There was a corner booth that they always gave me if it were available. It had very limited visibility. At dinner, I felt playful. I sat between Pamela and Sally. I whispered in Pamela’s ear ‘Pamela, go into a trance. When ever I hold your left elbow you will be in a trance. He pulled out a switch bladed knife to use as a screwdriver, and went to work. * * * * Mr. Patterson was to busy eating a sub sandwich, and talking to his wife on the phone, to even worry about watching the monitors. Besides, since he had started this job five months ago, nothing ever happened. He knew his other two security guards, young recruits, were busy doing a physical walk through of the building. Mr. Dickerson on the bottom floor for now, and Mr. James on the middle floors. He would. I look over at you and you smile your naughtiest smile while looking down between my legs. I smile back, with my eyes making you aware of your own situation. You gasp and grab for the towel, I am as quick as you though and lay my hand on your hand, stopping you from covering up anything at all. You look at me in shock, I just shake my head letting you know I don’t want you to. You slowly remove your hands still looking at me in disbelief. I don’t remove my hand, I let it rest on your thigh just.