The night was warm, despite it being December. This far down south, near the equatorial sweep of the southern seas, even the winter was mild. For some...ne raised in the hard scrabble of the Morbihan desert and Virginia’s own tough and tumble youth, the weather had yet to reach a point where we might need jackets.Virginia looked at me. Her eyes were shadowed in the strange half-twilight that came from being situated between lamps. When the lamp nearest to us finally did flicker on, it came first. I asked “but…but how about PR girls?”. She replied, “Do you think he will like me?”. We look into each other eyes, had a moment of silence. “You sure about this?” before she could reply, I continued with “cause if you could do it, I would save a lot of money as he will be here for a week”. She walks over, bends over with a leg on the chair supporting her weight and kisses me. “so now im not sexy enough?” she whispered to my ear. I pulled her over, unbuttoned her shirt first two button, “that’s. Then again, I had hated myself, so it didn't exactly feel like a punishment or curse to be removed from my body. As I stared at myself...and the somewhat familiar shape of Mistress Delilah, thoughts swirled in my mind. I was Mistress Delilah. Me.My whole mind seemed to twist under the realization and I looked up at Mistress Delilah...at the man across from me. I was Mistress Delilah. I deserved to be punished. Me. That was Edward Combs. I felt a burning in the bottom of my stomach at that,. .while my hand would quietly either untuck your top or find its way up the already unloosed material, and then slowly walk up finger by finger to the small of your back and up to your clasped bra where (with one finger) I’d unclasp it and work my hand around to the front and begin gently massaging the outer portion of your right breast while my right hand would move inside your skirt and slowly trace over your wet panties...over those wonderful lips...and then trace with a delicate touch.