The phone rings, and I take a deep breath before answering. Mike! Hi! Well, that was sophisticated. Keep squeaking, Aly. Hey there, gorgeous. Shit. S...it, shit, shit. Why was I suddenly blushing and well, let’s be honest, wet between my legs? My brain wasn’t registering this conversation anymore. You could offer me a million dollars and I still wouldn’t be able to recall what was said. It must have somehow led to a double entendre though, because what caught my attention was one word. Say that. On they trotted at a comfortable rate. An hour so later, she thumped the roof again, told me she was hungry and demanded I find a place to stop. She was obviously quite used to ordering men about and having her way.Personally, I suspect I would have tried to do anything she asked up to and including attempting to fly by flapping my arms. The first inn we came to was not much of a place, but I stopped and she hurried off to the necessary, her skirts hoisted above the muddy ruts. I enjoyed. "I shiver at your touch, but you keep your hand there. Holding my gaze, you unbutton the top button on my top."I don't know," I say to you, covering your hand with mine."Trust me."I remove my hand and you continue unbuttoning my top and push my top off my shoulders. Your eyes travel down to my cream lacy bra and linger before your hands unhook it. Gingerly, you pull my bra off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I try to cover my breasts and hardened nipples, but you pull my hands. It had been only about a week since I had moved in and, shortly after I'd come home from work, my bell rang and as I answered it, I saw a nice woman holding a package."Hello, I'm Celeste White, from next door. This came for you today and the driver left it but I wanted to keep it inside until you came home. So here it is." Oh, thanks, Celeste, I'm Alan Wolfe, please come in a minute," I offered and she stepped inside and I had her sit down."I don't drink much but I do have a glass of wine when.