Jesus, I wouldn’t really object if she found herself a playmate. At least I could get on my high horse and throw her out if she ran around behind my...back. But no, she’d sit at home and sulk when I was on the road, then when I walked through the door. Bloody hell, just about everything got thrown at me. And when I say thrown I mean it literally. Damn, I think the woman had a standing order for crockery at the local departmental store. Anyway I chose to stay in Norwich rather than arrive home too. This power, the power he’d felt before, was just so powerful and so addictive. A buzz that didn’t go away, wouldn’t go away. This power was the thing. It was so fucking much the thing that it scared him. He hoped it scared her too. He’d tried to explain that, but his every action had given the lie to his words. They’d talked about the power. Hell, he’d probably talked it up to buggery. Probably sold it to her. He knew that. He was still taunted by the power of years past. It affected him in. Consciousness seemed to slip out of her grasp. Then she was asleep. Chapter 4It had been three days since Andrea had captured Susan. A routine had already been formed.Andrea woke to the blare of her alarm clock. She slapped it off, took five more minutes to doze, then shambled out of bed. She didn’t bother to change out of her clothes, a billowing white shirt and a pair of black panties. She would put something on once she was ready to leave the house. Andrea wandered downstairs into the. Sorry.” is all I could muster.“Now wipe that smirk off your face” she was grinning ear to ear coyly.I was still holding her drenched panty within my jacket pocket. I could feel the stickiness over my fingers. She saw my hand moving inside the pocket.“What are you doing?” She asked, unable to stop smiling.“Nothing” said I, as i pulled my hand out and kept it on the table. Spreading my fingers a bit. She couldn’t help looking at my glistening fingers.She watched me as I slowly raised them to my.