People never get to see this side of me, my cheap whore side, a fuck toy, a little BDSM side, where a slap or two for discipline, adds a little spice ...or a girl in uniform, gets herself out of line, and gets ground face down on a dirty mattress, like the whoring slut she is.I reach into my bag and pull out the remainder of the half bottle of Gin and take a deep swig, my long manicured fingers caress the bottle neck, not enough rimage for self-abuse pleasure, but maybe in the ass, I take another. I closed the drawer and looked at the other areas of the room. Across theroom was an armoire. On the walls were various paintings framed in heavygilded gold frames from the classical era; large voluptuous women invarying degrees of undress with the occasional naked male; although younever saw his penis. The walls were cover in a bicolor deep red rosepattern. The wood work was a dark brown. There was no door.The fact that there wasn't a door I found intriguing; yet at the same timesomewhat. With her beautiful bust line so prominent a feature of her trim figure, not to be so was, I thought, a very special feature of her personality. It was almost as were a piece of her psyche not functioning… there was no show, no pretence, no façade. I have come to think of this now as an important element in her beauty of person. She was not a superficial, pretentious person. Things of the mind and personality and character were most meaningful for her, not surface things… and, therefore, there. And I’ll see if Carolyn doesn’t mind Alex staying with her while we go to the dinner I don’t really care about.’ I smiled. ‘Jessie, I know you want to spend as much time as you can with Sarah and Alex but we want you to take some time for yourself, too. You need the rest. Look, I’ve put some thought into this. A lot of what’s been eating at Sarah was nearly losing you. You two had just met a few weeks before but, from phone calls and visits, you had quickly become her best bud. I doubt she ever.