My name is Brianna... wait, that's notright. My name is..."My name is... Brianna, mistress."She smiled at my announcement of my name."The hypnosis is...working very well Brianna! You're getting my namebecause you'll be starting your new job at Hooters soon and we decidednot to bother with a new identity for you. Tell me Brianna. When isyour birthday and what was your mothers maiden name??"I tried to think again but information seemed just outside of my mentalgrasp, almost as though someone. ‘For the first time in your life you had really found someone and now he’s gone. Such a great loss can be so distressing. Alf treated you like his son.’ ‘Sweet Jesus.’ Matt groaned. ‘I’d like to sleep for a while now.’ ‘Go ahead,’ Bettina said, and gently stroked his back until she could tell by his breathing he was asleep. The funeral was huge, so huge that the turnout even staggered Bettina. Word of mouth rather than the one small ad in the weekly newspaper had made people respond. Some. It's not your fault. None of this is your fault, and all we have is each other during a very uncertain time. This is what families do for each other."Now," Kelly said. "Shelle has invited me to go out to dinner with her, and I have accepted. That will give you some time to get unpacked and set up without me underfoot. I didn’t even bother to ask where you are planning on going… Paradise?”I nodded.“Great! I had heard the restaurant was open now. God, this is all so weird, isn't it? I haven't. Camilo's eyes widened and hismouth fell open as soon as he spotted her. She was every bit as stunningas her pictures on Fetlife. Maybe more so.The dark skinned Goddess' appetite for leather and latex had not beenoverstated. Her dark hair fell around her head in luscious waves. Atight, black leather jacket was wrapped around her bosom and midsection,gleaming in the dim light of the club. Her scarlet-red leather pants werefull and voluminous, the thick, shiny material creasing in waves as.