Don't tell me it's the end of our story? "The thing is…. I need my panties back," she says. I'm baffled. I look at her and she is still with that lo...k in her face. "Um, sure.." I say. As soon as I say it she burst to laugh. "Again! You're so easy! C'mon, Rob!!!" she laughs. Damn she really gets me every time. I don't know where to look or what to say. After a minute she comes to my rescue. "Ok, but I might as well want them back, because I'm not wearing any right now. And I'm not sure if you. " "It's..." I was shocked at the tears springing me up in my eyes. "It's nice," I said gruffly. "I haven't had anybody care about me like that in a long time." "You mean ever," he corrected softly. He brushed some hair from my face. "Yeah." "You're all hunched up again." "I just feel really uncomfortable," I admitted. "You don't like being vulnerable. I won't abuse your openness. It's a privilege." "That sounds corny," I whined. "It is," he told me fiercely. "When you are open and. " Again, I wondered what I was telling him."That's good to hear. I'll call you tomorrow. Bye for now."I almost hated to hang up. I could hear something in his voice that I hadn't heard before. Something that sounded like ... a softness that I wasn't used to. Was Tim right? Did Rance have feelings for me? It was a dream, but was it real? I was too afraid to ask. Why would he choose me?In the months that I had worked for Rance, I had been able to contain my emotions. He was no less sexy and. .. word to your mother!"I'm glad you could join me, bitch!" My harsh words caused her to grip the marble countertop tightly, her inner thighs drenched with her leakage. I wrapped my arm around her waist and led her to the kitchen island then bent her over, exposing her perfect bubble butt. "You need discipline in your life don't you, Dorothy?" Yes, Beth, I do. I've searched so long for it," she timidly replied.My open palm promptly landed fiercely on each cheek. "You're my bitch now! Address me.