”A few more days passed by and finally the men agreed. They each pulled out their knives and cut off their little fingers. They quickly cauterized t...e wounds with a hot poker from the fireplace.“I can’t do it Jack. I can’t eat my own flesh.”“Well then give it to me and I’ll eat it. You can eat mine.”Rick watched Jack just begin to gnaw on the raw flesh of his finger and had to look away. He put Jacks finger in the fire and then closed his eyes and began to eat it. He fought back the urge to. It doesn't matter to me, and it helps protect the client's privacy. What they do tell me, however, is what the client wants. What he needs. What he desires. And this includes any requests of a... special nature (she was a mere couple of inches in front of me by now). So, for instance, (her voice dropped to a whisper) I know that although you're a big Professor out there, in here you just want to be... a toy. You want to be teased. Played with. Punished, if necessary. So now when you tell me. This seemed so ballsy to me that I was in shock; however I still could not absolutely say that his actions were directed at me. I sat back in my seat again and thought about moving on but the curiosity inside of me made my muffin tingle. I gathered up my map, folded it the best I could and reached under the back of my little summer sweater, unsnapping my bra and and wriggling my arms out of it, then pulling it out from underneath. I reached up my skirt and snatched my panties out from under it. Too much to handle. I needed to run. Away. So, I did.School got out. My wife and daughter were now half way through their junior year of college, at nineteen. My bodyguard and intelligence officer was fairly sure I wouldn’t be mugged next time I had dinner or bought a loaf of bread, so we did the unthinkable.I asked Natasha how much time we had with her. How long, outside limits, could she stay away from work and be with us.“Two weeks. I have to get back someday. The staff can sell, and fix,.