She looked at him like he had asked her to cut off her hand and then a single tear ran down her face. "No one anymore," she choked out, "he dumped me.... Really, may I ask why?" I'm not sure, but he said it was because he wanted to make a career out of the military and that he didn't want me to sacrifice my dreams for his. Whatever that means," she shot out. Then mumbled something to herself.Seeing a possible opening Michael smoothly answered, "Well, usually that means that the male wants out of. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" the remaining gunman yelled as he slapped her across the face and Suzanne watched as she fell to her knees. She knelt there holding her cheek as the man went over to the door to confer with his accomplice and then returned, "Looks like the safe is on a time lock and can't be opened for an hour, so we'll be keeping each other company for awhile," and she saw him smirk and walk over and stand in front of the teller as his hand lifted her face to his gaze. "How old are. Her finger brushed over one end of the tiny barbell, crossing the tip of my nipple over to the other end. I smiled at her when she looked into my eyes."See it doesn't hurt at all. I liked the way you touched it. Look it's getting a little hard, sweetie."She looked down, trying to focus on the nipple she'd just caressed. The movement was minuscule, so I told her to do it again.This time she was less afraid. Her finger moved slowly back and forth over the tiny metal charm embedded in me.. At night, my mistress tells me, all these men are with their wives. The man’s footsteps are heavy. Perhaps he is old, and weighted down by age and success. Perhaps he is ugly. I keep waiting for a truly ugly one to show up, but they never do. More than anything, they look perfectly normal. The man’s footsteps grow fainter. He’s walking towards the balcony. Some men can’t wait to see me, naked in the cage. It’s like Christmas. Other men, they want to breathe first, take a good lay of the land..