It was time to retake control.“You can leave us now,” I said flatly, as I clicked my fingers and wafted my hand towards the exit. ”Quickly, come...on, we haven’t got all day.”I couldn’t help but smirk as the sales-bitch scrabbled to her feet and made as if to leave, her haste indicating she was relieved to get away from the sinister and unpredictable situation I’d engineered. But it was time to apply more discomfort.“Haven’t you forgotten something?” I demanded as she was leaving the booth.“I’m. There was an ornate jewellery box on top of the night-stand, but she left that well alone. She rifled through the four drawers of underwear and intimates, but there was nothing of modern-style or of use. In amongst a drawer of make-up and cream lotions, she stumbled across a large old-fashioned tin jar. “Mmmm” Vera mused to herself. “I wonder what she keeps in here?”She unscrewed the lid and noseyed inside. It was three-quarters full with hundreds of little blue pills.……“What d’y recon these. Not the most romantic response, agreed. I do think I got my point across though. My adrenaline began to really hit me when I received his next response, "how old are you?,room #?,door open? ass up? Have ass up...I want you to suck me first...is your ass clean enough for me to eat?on my way...door open? leave a sneaker or something outside of door so I know it is you". For the first time it hit me, this was really going to happen. I emailed back my location and room number and sat back for a. He cut her off and backed her against the back of the couch."No, Trent, I mean it this time. I've started a fresh life..." Yeah, by screwing behind your husband's back and letting another man knock you up while letting "Dad" think it was his." But, that was so as not to hurt..." I don't care. Really! You can lie all you want. I just want a little of what I remember as being damned good." You don't understand. Trent, don't... !" she cried as his arms went around her and pulled her to him."You.