I turn and I see the Dark Mistress smiling at me. It is late. We are driving across town. I look out of the car window at the rain. The airflow pushes...the water across the glass in complex but predetermined patterns. Everything suddenly seems clear. It all begins to make sense. I am the passenger, the submissive. The Dark Mistress smokes a cigarette quietly as she drives us to her home. We had talked for a long time at the munch. She had turned out to be a great listener and I chatted away. They were big, green, and scary to look into, but my eyes could not help but to look into his. I was paralized with fear, a fear that I had never felt before. An acid like taste ran down my throat as I swallowed with a gulp. I wanted to run away from him, and get my children from their bedrooms, and get the fuck out of the house as fast as I could. But I couldn't. He was a blackish grey in color, he had long claws, that looked as though they were a foot long or longer. He stood about 8 feet. Small tasks like painting her toenails, shaving her legs and trimming her pubes were done with care. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was pleased, her long legs, flat tummy, and small perky breasts were beautifully accented by her strawberry blonde hair and flawless white skin. She thought for a moment of the contrast with Alvin's black, almost ebony, color; it was another turn on.Wanting to stay in a sexy mood, she wore a silky tee-shirt and short skirt to the spa. There was no denying. Jamie is back in school, so there's no better time than now. Come and sit down ... please," she urged.He sighed almost in relief. "Okay. What do you want to talk about?" he asked."You know perfectly well what," she said, looking him right in the eyes with a stern expression."Yes ... I guess I do," he admitted. "Well, what I said ... I meant. I love you, Glynnis. I have for some time if I'm honest with myself. I'm worried that I'm too old for you, but I can't help myself. I love you."She smiled.