She explained she worked for a foreign Embassy and had her ownappartment.She looked me in the eyes and said now I want to hear about your loveof long ...air, I find this interesting.I said I have been attracted to long hair since a young age and findyour mass of lovely hair captivating. It is so thick and shiny andobviously very long. I would love to see it brushed out.She said yes it is very long,my mother took great pride in my hairwhen I was young and she encourages me to keep it long.I said. My breath catches as I lookinto your eyes and see your disappointment at my disobedience. "Master, I'm…" I try to explain, but before I can say anything in explanationyou are dragging me out of the door by my wrist. Pulling me over to your car,you open the door and roughly push me in. I start to tremble as I fix my clothesand turn to watch you sit down into the driver's seat. I bite my lip, feelinghorrible that I let you down, and starting to worry about my punishment. "Master, please…" You. . different. I wouldn't want to distract him, anyway." She watched as Dom roughed up the ice in front of his net and loosened his arms by swinging his stick against the posts. This should be an interesting game, she thought. x-x-x-x Karl skated over and tapped Dom's leg pads three times on each side. It was his own odd little superstition, but Dom didn’t mind. "They're here," he said as he straightened up and leaned on the net. "Okay." Dom's thoughts were elsewhere as he stared down the ice at. What do you want to call yourself?" She typed in Claire. Of course, someone already had that and Yahoo came back with an array of truly weird possibilities. I suggested, Cutie Claire which made her smile but of course it was taken. She finally settled on Claireb94. When I asked why she said because she was born in 1994.Claire pulled a small piece of paper from her purse and I recognized email addresses. This time I couldn't hide it and I had to smile. I began to realize how much Claire felt.