.. I see."And then needing Iris to understand, I confessed weakly, "I had wondered why he'd been so difficult with me lately Iris. I just seemed to lo...se all control."Iris smiled caringly, "They get the bit between their teeth and you can't pull them up. I know and that's not what you need, is it Margot?" she said softly.Iris was offering me to unburden my sin with her."Oh Iris ... he's become so sturdy ... I tried to stop him... " my voice faltered as relief enveloped me.Iris put a comforting. It depends onwhere we are. If we are in a pub that is a pick up joint, she gets allthe attention but, if we are going to a concert or a play, I will get atleast as many glances from men as her.I guess the event that most changed the dynamics of our relationshiphappened this week when I came home early and found Heidi on the livingroom sofa giving head to her lover Alex. She barely looked up at me as Ientered the room and, not knowing what to do, I just stood awkwardly inthe centre of the room. She hugged him even harder, but of course he didn't flinch.He always amazed her at sea, seeming to know when the wind would change, walking without touching the safety lines even though the boat could swing wildly. His expression was always that relaxed yet vigilant look he got under duress, and it moved her in strange ways. It was as though his masculinity reached out and burrowed under her panties, tickling her clit, making her wild with need. And lately, even when she knew she was pushing. I like ladies accustomed to a quality strip joint dancing for me.” “For you?” There it was—the sass in her character. I wanted to see how’d she answer the question. “I own the place and I choose the ladies that dance here. Therefore, I own it all.” I told her without hesitation. She struck me as a sharp, intelligent lady, but I wanted to test her out. Push her buttons. “Well Mr. Brackens—“ “Julian.” “Well Julian,” she addressed me with that southern twang, “you’ll never own me because I’m no.