Or even a clean one."C'mon, Mare," Mark said.Mare was his pet name for me. It was somehow a diminutive of Mary. As if Mary could get any shorter. I me...n Mare even has just as many letters. But, I liked it when he called me Mare. And filly, the name he called me when we're getting frisky. It made me feel like I was wild horse, running free and only a mighty stallion could tame me. I was still struggling to find a nickname for Mark. In bed, I called him my big stallion. But you couldn't call. ” Rory just looked stunned at this; he didn’t see it coming at all. There was no response for a few moments. “Well uh, this was the smallest they had, I mean it works the same, trust me,” he managed to sputter out finally. “Come now honey, we both know that isn’t true. I spent the last couple weeks getting caught up on your weird little fetish. I also looked at plenty of different models so I know for a fact it can get much smaller than the two-inch tube you purchased.” He just looked at me. "Easy, Ramirez." Marcus was sitting on one side of my bed, one strong hand on my shoulder, pinning me down. I fought it for all of five seconds before I realized it was useless - I was too weak and he was very strong."We have you, Aggie," Aunt Annie assured me from my other side. "You're okay." No, No, NO!" I screamed, thrashing and sobbing. I felt like I had a great, gaping wound where my heart should have been. "He's gone. I can't feel him anymore." What is she talking about?" Ramirez, look. So I decided to offer her the job. I told her that I was looking for one, and could pay her $1,000 a month, in addition to room, board, and a car if she needed it. She looked at me, and asked if I was sure I wanted her as a housekeeper.I looked at her for a second, and said that that was all I expected of her. "Let me be frank for a second. I am not looking to hire you as a live-in call girl. You will have your own detached room, and can do whatever you want. You are a friend, and I want to do.