You have to look at me and tell me that you love me. I’m going to slap you hard and reject you. And then you’ll have to do it all over again. 50 t...mes.? She sat back straight and stretched her arms. ?Start off then.?I looked into her eyes. ?Priya, I love you.?She said, ?Eat shit and die? and slapped me with a hard right hand. I got up, looked into her eyes again and said, ?Mistress Priya, I love you.? She paused for a moment, spat on her left hand and growled, ?eat shit and die you bloody. ‘I had never thought of you in that way,’ she smiled. ‘I think I like the idea of a whore coming to visit me in my room.’ One eyebrow lifted higher than the other. It was a question then. I thought about this for a moment or two. I felt the germ of an idea develop and smiled at her, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it. I like games. ‘Why don’t you go to your room?’ Angela smiled a wicked grin and said, ‘I expect her,’ here she looked at her watch, a Cartier of course, ‘at midnight.’ She. Icontinued to service Her till after She had reached the pentacle,stopping only when the limo stopped. Stepping from the limo behindMistress and Miss Susan, I saw we were at an airport and parked next toa large private jet. It was more like a private airliner. Climbing thesteep, narrow stairs at the rear of the airplane was very difficult forme in my heels. Finally at the top of the stairs we entered the cabin.The first compartment was a walk-in closet where my coat was taken fromme. Walking. It was a letter size manila envelope sealed with the standard clasp and the edge taped shut. The technician was thrilled, there appeared to be at least a partial fingerprint in the tape that the envelope was sealed with. I didn't get my hopes up. I'd be willing to bet that the print wasn't the killers. If it was on file anywhere at all we were probably about to bust some clerk at Staples. But still, you have to take what you can get and hope for the best. He carefully cut away the section with.