Hunting takes its toll of them. One we used is now useless, and another actually managed to win and was sent to England to live," explained the Emir."...o you know, old friend," the General paused to see the Emir's reaction to this familiarity, "I often wondered if you really did that? Freed them and gave them a pension."The Emir bridled, "I am a man of my word, I hope. If I promise something, it happens; even if I promise it to a woman."The General quickly said, "Of course, of course."A nod to. Whether it was just an email, or one of her stories. The fact that Peter might catch her, bottomless at her desk, only made it that much better. Things were changing. More than with ChuckBC, and Talia was almost addicted to the anticipation and delivery of each dare. She wanted more, so much more, but she also did not want it to go bad again, so she was trying to be patient.She was more than a little excited to get home and play out this latest game, to do this dare. The anticipation was. I’m no better than whomever did that to you ... peeping, taking advantage. I’m so sorry.”“Don’t say that you dork.” She said lightly smacking me on the non-bruised side of my head. “You are a perv, but ... I love you. You’re my perv. And, I knew you sometimes peeped at me.”“Really?!”“Yeah, you aren’t that subtle.” She said smiling at me. “I liked ... I like it. You made me feel sexy.”“REALLY?!”“Such a dork.” She said moving away from me on the bed. She looked at me, and I just stared back. .. at the Pussy Cat Club," she said timidly."The Pussy Cat Club?" Yes... as a dancer... a stripper," she said softly, almost whispering the words.Charles sat there stunned, a blank look on his face, his eyes locked on hers. He had no words he couldn't have said them if he did. He had gone completely numb and vacant."Please Charles, say something," "I have to go to work. I have to go," he finally said. He got up and despite her frantic pleas to come back and talk he picked up his bag and headed.