“Drag him into the bathroom!” she barked. After dragging me into the bathroom she told them to take my pants off. “Wow it’s really as small as...they say it is.” I wanted to die from the embarrassment that I felt. She laughed and told the girls to hold me down. Then she climbed over my face and pulled her panties down. “What are you doing?” I ask sacred of what was about to happen. She looked down at me and said. “I told you to have my money today. Since you can’t pay me my money you’re going to. The seductive fragrance of Spring lilies still carries me back to those heady weeks of the beginning of our love affair. We were discreet at first, but as time passed we cast caution to the winds, uncaring about the prurient judgement of the world. We still share such wonderful memories of days and nights of blissful discovery on our journey of mutual desire to the paradise of perfect union.We laugh together as we remember long afternoons making love in the long grass by some hidden backwater. ’ ‘Alright, but aren’t you going into work today?’ ‘Nah, that’s the beauty of being the boss, days off when you want,’ Lifting his face up to the spray of water, he stood, looking like a Greek statue to Froo, one that she had once seen in the British Museum years ago. A living, breathing statue, perfect and very male. * Jane sat opposite the two lovers at her desk, strewn with files and paperwork, it looked a complete mess. Clutching nervously at Misha’s hand Froo answered the questions the. The existence in the parlor was more of a comfort than the prospect of such a depressing and uncertain future with new and perhaps more demanding masters.Bojana dragged the small oriental girl with the thick long hair down the basement steps deaf to her blubbering and pleas for mercy. The girl looked to be in her mid-twenties and had a small engagement ring on her finger which indicated she was probably not a virgin. It looked like Nikcolai would have an opportunity to check that fact out with.