When I looked at him, I didn’t see anger. His eyes were absent of rage and disgust. All I saw was pain. I was confused. I waited for it all the chan...e, for him to yell at me. I waited for him to chastise me, call me a common office whore. But the vile never came. He just placed his forehead to mine, closed his eyes, and muttered a simple phrase. ‘I’m sorry.’ I was taken aback. He was actually apologizing to me for something that I had done. I was more confused than before. ‘What?’ ‘I’m sorry.. Alexis was being very careful to avoid being alone with me. Every time I walked into a room it seemed like she was just leaving.It awoke something inside of me, this avoidance and fleeing of my presence. Ever since I had used my ability on purpose it seemed like I was being tempted to use it every day. As if making that decision had opened a door within my subconscious. I found that I was watching Alexis with a predatory gaze. She had gone back to wearing baggy and shapeless clothing. But I now. So, nothing unusual about that! She got me a little drunk and had a ball. I did too when we got home giggling and super-aroused to fuck ourselves senseless into the small hours. Oh, you’re wondering about the collar? For outdoor use that evening it was a long silver chain which went tight around my neck, through itself then down between my breasts over my tummy and was secured on my pussy with a clamp. ‘Not slavery,’ she had said, ‘but the chains of love.’ And so they were and so they remain.. Jen and I were outside a home three states away before daylight on a February morning, filming as they arrested a man, and taking a short but dynamic statement from the FBI. We had done this deliberately, leaving a false trail to where the leak originated, to protect Jasmine. Agent LaMond looked every bit the professional she was in her severe suit, her hair pulled back into a tight bun, as she issued the statement. We were streaming it live, and soon it got picked up by every network and cable.