Belle used to live here. Roger still did. Belle recognized the houses and stopped rubbing herself. She pushed her fingers in her mouth and licked them...clean, enjoying the taste shed hated just a few months ago. She squinted her eyes, trying to remember why she knew these houses, but couldnt. Here we are, John announced, pulling the car into the driveway. Belle recognized it. I live here… she said slowly, the memories rising inside her. With Roger. She was puzzled. Why was she with this John man. After trading pic’s we arranged to meet. A few hours later I’m waiting in at the local book store, it’s public and private at the same time. Standing next to the rack of motorcycle magazines, really just trying to fane interest in the mag’s and trying to not look too excited. I felt a hand on my back I slowly turned and look down there she was the little face in the photo. Hell Yea! She was cute, but in real life looked to be all of 15! She hugged me around the waist and said hello Daddy, the. I was just a small-town country boy, middle class, public high school. She was a natural blond with fine, straw-colored hair and pale city complexion, a little plump, and with a scratchy, croaky voice that was off-putting but intriguing, and was quiet, reserved, sweet, and proper, a talented painter, and not popular. Flo was a lady, a girl who you would have to qualify to date, and be lucky to work your way into her heart by earning her trust. My idea of a hot date with her was to go to the. ”“Neither Jess nor I work on Monday,” Kara said, “and NIKA is closed, right?”“It is, and that’s fine if Suzanne is OK with waiting two more days.”“If that’s what’s necessary, then yes,” Suzanne replied.“Please don’t overdo the submissiveness,” I said. “I’m not looking for robots, automatons, or slaves. Keep it at student/master level, please.”“Yes Master, I hear and obey!” Suzanne teased.“Nice,” I replied, shaking my head in awe. “Now I just need to find a dozen kids like you every year, a mix.