Is it still Larkins?" Immediately I regretted my lapse at asking a question.For a moment she looked bewildered and I could hear a jumble of thoughts. ...Yes, it is again now. I was married for four years to Terry Machin but that ended and I now use my maiden name again." "So what can I get you this morning? Jean told me yesterday you were helping her." I gave my order and while I waited for her to fill the sandwiches, listened in to her thoughts. Mostly they were about me. "You fancy him?". Her soft, seductive voice spoke up again. "Just ask. You'd be surprised what I'll do for you. But you have to ask. Nicely." A dominatrix. The thought rang through my mind. But to have her, would be worth almost anything. The words came out with surprising ease, "Please, I want to make love to you." She shook her head at me, smiling. "I don't make love. I take. I conquer. I'll even fuck, but I don't make love." Those deep blue eyes challenged me, lured me. I felt like I was sinking into them. I. This was a ride where everybody stood up inside a big cylinder. Once the ride was full, the cylinder started spinning you around, acting like a centrifuge, until you were pinned to the metal wall. At that point the floor dropped out, and you were literally stuck to the wall. It was a fun ride, especially when I got to be opposite a cute girl, because their tops would be plastered to their bodies, and sometimes would even creep up, revealing a wonderful width of bare skin at their stomachs. One. " I'm sorry," I said. "You do not have to say anything." No details. Just a stupid girl who thought that maybe sex builds a relationship. You?" Dave was the very first. First kiss of a man. First touches. First ... And only after I got my passport and birth certificate. Pat explained to me the laws. Dave explained to me the laws. I love Dave. The last thing I wanted was for him to be in jail because I love him." But when you got your passport..." she looked at me, expecting me to say.