I didn't want to die. I wanted to live... but I also knew that the facts were I was dying and nothing would change that for me.In spite of everything ... could feel that familiar tingle deep inside. I was getting turned on. I had always been someone that could fire up with just a touch, and John's holding me like he was lit off that fire rather easily."So... you uh... got a salami in your pocket or are you glad to see me?" What?" I need you John." I'm here for you Becky. I'm always here for you.". I thanked him for getting everything ready for me. It was then he added as I glanced back into the envelope, "The markers are courtesy of U-Haul. Have a nice move!"Smiling at him for everything, I could almost kneel before him in great-full thanks. The day so far was way different than I had expected ... way better than I'd expected ... and ... the surprises just came coming.Michelle had been just a little fidgety all the while in the U-Haul showroom so after getting the envelope I called out,. " If you say so, my lady."She looked slyly at him - "You don't believe all those silly rumorsabout him being in league with demons, Carlo?" No. I don't believe in demons. Human beings have enough evil to fillhell ten time over."She smiled and said nothing.At their parting she asked. "Do you go to see your lady love?"He bowed gracefully. "With your gracious permission, my lady."She waved her bejeweled hand gracefully. "Of course, bring her bytomorrow I would like to meet the female who. It disgusts me," I snapped at him causing his mouth to cease it's inane blabber. "I command respect which means a number of things. I will arrive here between 8.45am and 9am. You will be waiting for me at the front door of this building at 8.30am." "Of course, Mistress." He was stood up straight now. Eyes fixated on the distance as if receiving orders in the army. "Were you ever taught manners, Michael?" "Yes, Mistress." "By whom? Did they never tell you to stand when a lady enters a room? To.