I promise.’ After he left, I crossed to the window again. Across the harbor, a 747 was taking off from Logan. In my mind, it was heading west. I had...initially submitted to Brad to preserve my career, now that very submission was jeopardizing what it had been intended to save. But in the meantime, values had shifted. I was addicted. Obsessed. I didn’t know the right word. And I didn’t know addicted to what. The sex? The submission? For although it was always extremely sexual, there wasn’t always. ‘Oh yeah,’ he said, ‘suck my fucking dick.’ She stopped for a second. ‘Suck my fucking dick, blank. Fill in the blank.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘Tell me to suck your dick then say who I am.’ ‘Oh, okay. Suck my fucking dick, Kristy.’ ‘No, no, no! Not my name. Who am I in relation to you?’ ‘Uhhh…suck my dick, girl I sort of knew in high school who is the daughter of the person that my dad just married.’ ‘You know what I mean!’ ‘Okay, fine. Suck my dick, steps****r.’ ‘No, not that. Just call me your little s****r.. She stepped into her high-healed shoes, locked her door and carefully negotiated the old, narrow, creaking stairs, turning left at the bottom into the bar of this ancient, almost medieval pub. She ordered a gin and tonic and took an old wooden, backrest seat in an alcove and surveyed the scene. The pub was typically rural in character and one could easily imagine that nothing had changed for centuries. Evelyn loved quaint, old English pubs with the glow from the coal fire flickering across. "I just never thought I'd use it though."I viewed her put it on then she grabbed onto the dildo. "Do you think you can handle me now?"I glanced at the dildo. "Well, it is big and pink, so let's find out, Joy," I answered before my eyes met hers again.She licked her lips and nonchalantly made her way back over to me. She got back on the bed with me and positioned herself right over me, leaving a small gap between us. Then we made eye contact, but not a word leaked from our mouths.She blindly.