But she had taken the money, and she had sent that letter, so now with no other alternative, she had Grayhound'd her ass out of town with Rory like it...or not.'Yes, ' she thought to herself, 'Rory is a royal pain.' She walked to the passenger side of the truck and grabbed a cold beer out of the cooler. She popped the top then took a long icy swallow, before lighting up a Marlboro."Hey. Grab me one of those, will ya." He yelled over the truck's hood."What? Did the truck blow out your leg along. “Here at two,” she replied quietly.He hesitated, trying vainly to read her mind then said,“Two o’clock then.” Then, somewhat relieved he added, “Have a good morning.” Almost inaudibly she replied,“And you.”Her reply had the affect of hastening his departure. He left without looking back, more certain than he had ever been of anything before in his life, that her eyes were at that moment fixed upon him.“Damn trains,” he muttered, “Always on. " I feel very excited, knowing this must be one of your little games and that I'm going to enjoy where you lead me. I drop my bag and my keys, put the eye mask on and the room goes completely dark.In the dark, a strong commanding seductive voice purrs, "Good girl, now I am going to have you do some things for me and you are going to follow where I lead you. I promise you have never done anything like this before and you are going to have a wonderful time."I love the way your voice makes me. " -Robert Herrick, "Seek and Find"Inaugurating a lifetime of blissful Female Domination may be as simple as taking commandone night in bed. Or it could be as time-consuming as placing a classified ad in the localalternative newspaper, screening your respondents, and choosing one for the honor of beingyour sissy maid. In ordinary circumstances, however, the process is laughably easy, onceyou've accepted your Dominant nature. (This chapter may be skipped by Mistresses whoalready possess a.