”I turn beet red and avoid eye contact. “That’s one way to put it. But I did. And you saw it all didn’t you?”“I did. And you shouldn’t b... embarrassed. The guys all appreciated it. Especially the married ones.”“I just feel bad. I got you guys turned on in front of a crowd. And Derek wore those really tight jeans… you guys just can’t hide it like a girl can.”“You don’t need to feel bad. I should be the one apologizing. I hit you with the fucking door.”“Well maybe I could apologize another. “I’ll get it.”He moved to the other side of the chair and crouched down to reach for it. His face was right next to my thigh and his eyes traveled the length of my legs, over my bare stomach and stopped not-so-discreetly at my breasts.As he stood, I took in his stocky build, the hairy chest, and a deep tan that likely came from working outside. Not usually my type, but there was something primal about him that made me want to bend over and offer my goods to be fucked.His wife called over,. I trace around your neck with the blade - not breaking the skin but still leaving a mark."Cut me Master" you whisper "Leave your mark" When i'm good an ready........and who gave you permission to speak!"My grasp on your long black hair tightens and i force you to your knees. Pulling your hair back you open your mouth in a gasp and i simultaneously spit into it.Your eyes widen and you swallow.A painfull slap is delivered to your cheek turning your whole face red.I order you to stand at the wall,. Me: That explains the lamp.Anna: Hahaha! Anyway. He had lots of money, more than enough to complete this building. But one day he bought a book and after reading it he became paranoid and started talking crazy things. How this place is special, that it has powers, that it was a doorway to some other place.Me: So he was crazy.Anna: Must be!Me: What happened next?We both got closer as the story was getting interesting.Anna: That’s when the weird things started happening. The bank he was keeping.