I saw what you wrote and memorised it. My apologies for prying, but I believe you won’t mind..” Caitlin interjected “What the hell…. Just who...do you think you are? Copying down a woman’s number and calling her without invitation? You sound like an arrogant horse’s ass, just like my ex-husband!” The tone of the reply was still cool, but a little more firm. “I assure you, I am nothing like your ex-husband. You were far too good for him, and you deserve so much better. I know I intruded into. You took my mom away from me with that kiss and I HATE YOU, I am not being dramatic I am just so mad at you and I love you and I always will but I hate you…She took a step forward and I backed up and she was in tears shaking, she stuttered the words “I’m sorry.” She took another step forward asking if she could please just be my mother, if she could please just hold me. I just nodded and she went forward to hold me but I grabbed her arms and lowered them and I just kissed her... I kissed her. “You’re such a skank Miss” called out one of the girls, quickly being hustled out of the way by a group of 14 year old boys. “I’m so going to tell my Dad about this”.Miss Driscoll glanced over at her, recognising the girl immediately.“You can tell him I said thank you for the lingerie as well”, she replied with an innocent smile, remembering opening his gift in the staff room the previous month - a tiny silk chemise that came with a handwritten note saying simply ‘for next time’.The girl’s face. Perhaps it was because Zane, at 28, became more comfortable in the relationship; perhaps Derek had sent off enough submissive vibes that Zane finally let loose.One way or another, in that third month, Zane very quickly brought out in Derek the acquiescent, obedient, subservient lover Derek truly was but hadn't been for some time. Being controlled by an almost frighteningly dominant sexual being like Zane was Derek's dream come true. Derek was born to submit to other gay men, and though he.