I urged her not to confront him, but to seek advice from others in the loyal hierarchy and to pass along my suspicions in secret."It's a lie," she spa... at me, "a filthy, damnable lie. Only his enemies suggested he was taking bribes and kickbacks. I've asked him. He'd never do such things, never. And he loves me in his odd way. You're just trying to get between my legs again, you filthy brute."That was true, but I had other motives as well. Despite my warning, she took my list, said, "Wait. ”I stepped back from the wall to better look up at him. “Are you my Spirit a****l, then? The Owl? Are you why I am out here?”“Hmmmmmm … One, yes, but not ‘the’.” I cocked my head curiously, again. I was beginning to think I might be an owl with all these head movements. But, he continued, “Look at the ground. This rope does not stop here.”“Therefore, you are not ‘the’ reason I am out here. You are ‘a’ reason.” I was musing to myself more than to him. “So … multiple Spirit a****ls? Is it common. Oh, how I wanted to be them, the cocksucking whore on my knees being used by a dominate man. And now I would get my chance.His next message to me asked me to call him. He was at the "Y" and we arranged to meet in 40 minutes after we both had quick showers. He said he was already horny. So after my shower, I laid on my love seat, waiting. The minutes squeezed by excruciatingly slow.Then, finally, a knock at the door. I let him in and he flipped off the lights. Immediately, he took off his pants. His hands have barely touched me, not the way I need them to. I’ll open my legs further and wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, gnawing on his neck, kissing the hollow of his throat, inhaling the leftover smell of sleep. My hands will slide down over the sinewy muscles of his arms, fingering the definitions he’d caused by flexing moments ago with the whisk, and the blanket will fall off my shoulders, leaving me nude. I’ll grab at his chest, running my hands through the.