"Go on, what are you saying Kitty?" I told you that I care about you very much and I do. If we were together I think I could fall in love with you. Bu... I won't follow you around and I don't intend to sit in my room waiting with baited breath for you to come home." Again Caitlyn hesitated, as if she really didn't want to say what came next."Drew I'm not going to wait for you while you're gone. I mean that I will go on dates if I want to. When you come home on leave or a break or whatever they. The tenants, I mean; when they start moving in. You’ll have to teach me how to fix things. I think I could change a light bulb, but anything beyond that, I’m going to have to learn.”“Um ... listen, uh, Bambi. Shit, I can’t bring myself to call you that. Anyway, if you think you’re going to...”She squeezed my arm more affectionately and smiled knowingly. “Yes, Master!”I stopped in front of the door. “And that’s another thing! My name is Rory. Rory Johnson. I’d appreciate it if...”“Would it be. "Open your eyes, kitty. Look around at all the people in this restaurant. Your greedy little cunt is on display for all of them to see. Do you think they're noticing? Do you think they can smell you yet as I can? Look at that man over there... see him staring at you? He sees you - he sees you displaying your wet, hungry cunt to him. Stare at him. Don't take your eyes off him or you'll be punished," he said.Melody's eyes locked on her target, her luscious red lips parting and my breathing. Tiffany, Proprietor. Charles Lewis Tiffany founded the firm and ran it til his death in 1902.Simple inflation would put that at well over $1,000,000. Because it was well authenticated Tiffany, I suspect Sean would get more than twice that at auction. The box should be carried in a Brinks truck, but Sheila treated it like a nice tennis bracelet.Knowing Sheila, I expected there would be more. Sometimes being smart is good. Sheila smiled as she produced another box, also from Tiffany. The bill in.