And I’m sorry, and I didn’t mean it, I don’t mean any of the crap I say about you, and I’m really, really not sick of you. I could never be si...k of you. You’re the only person in the entire world I’m not sick of. So… I’m sorry. Can we just forget this ever happened?’ There was a long pause in which the word ‘yes’ almost escape Caroline’s lips a thousand times, an almost overwhelming part of her mind trying to make her say that one little word which would make this all ok. Except she didn’t. Like always I started to scribble these below lines reliving my earlier memories……..She was older than what I might normally have thought of as someone I’d engage in sex with, though younger than I am by 14 years. She wasn’t attractive in the sense of beauty as I’d define it, but at her age, and with respect for herself, she maintained what level of beauty she had.The important thing is, she was as hungry as I told her I was, and we both had food to offer.Seduction is a mutual thing, and/or. Different, certainly, but a special difference.Jenna looked over her shoulders, scanning the dining room, then leaned to me, putting her hand over mine. “Annie, can I asked a very special favor?”I smiled at her and put my free hand over hers, “There is no favor I wouldn’t do for you.”Her look became conspiratorial, “I want to be with Wolf …” I watched her closely and a smile slowly formed on my face. I arched my eyebrows. She nodded assertively. I stood abruptly, keeping her hand in mine, and. “Well, no. It’s a licensed brothel so it’s completely legal. Everything is confidential. The girls are carefully screened and have their regular check-ups. You can view them online or go down to the place yourself. They each get their own room, there are webcams set up in their rooms and showers. However, you pay extra to view those. And even extra for one-on-one video sessions!” He added, getting more enthusiastic as I was getting less.“And they act like animals. Like… a dog.” I slightly.