"The town is so quiet. Every time the breeze blows a shutter loose from some window, somewhere, I hear it as if it's in the room and I wake. I dream, ...ream gangs of criminals are going to sneak into my apartment and do, do, things to me, I can't talk about, horrible things. Who's to stop them, the concierge? There is no-one but me in the building - in the whole street. I took that pistol from the supervisor's desk and kept it by me under the pillow, so..." Hmm, you're lucky you didn't shoot. Now she was a million miles away from that status. White silk to red silk as she would like it described. Just like in her favourite fantasy land, Gor and the world of John Norman. I wondered what she would be doing now. How would she feel, how would she react?I had left her with an envelope containing some words of comfort and a set of instructions for later that would, I guess, seal the fate of our relationship. She was a natural slave and I already knew how she would respond. I certainly. I took her out for dinner and dancing on Saturday and when we left the lounge I drove out to the place that was the local 'lover's lane' when we were dating. We did some serious making out before I told her to move to the back seat."I don't know Rob; we haven't been here in years and years and who knows what the cops are like now." Wasn't it you who told me about never saying no? About how it didn't matter if we went to jail so long as it was together?"She grinned and crawled over the seat into. You are two of the greatest people I’ve ever met, and would seem like a great match. What happened?”She started crying softly, and got out of bed, walked to the bathroom and returned with some tissues. She got back into bed and hugged him.“I’m sorry,” she said softly.“Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong.”“Yes, I did. It was all my fault.” She blew her nose.“Tell me about it.”She hesitated, took a deep breath. “Things were wonderful at first. Bernie worked at the radio station, I met.