We finished breakfast, I licked the floor and her plate clean, did up all the dishes and then went to the bedroom to find Mistress. She was dressed an... had laid out my clothes. They were not my slut clothes, but was the ones she had altered. She had given me a skirt that she had cut off and it was short and one of my button up blouses. Of course I also had my bra and panties, shoes and socks. But she also had me put on a pair of really tight shorts. Once I had them on, I had a camel toe which. By the time he had finished I felt as though I had been through awringer and sweat was pooling at my back."Thank you Mister Elle enjoy your stay and sorry for the third degreebut with security so tight you understand."I resisted the urge to giggle like a young girl and turned it amasculine laugh. The officer smiled and showed me out of the office intothe main hall of the terminal. I still clutched my small case and mademy way out of the terminal and hailed a taxi. I headed for a hotel thatI. He could see her torn body on the rough boards of the bare kitchen floor, but he could not recall what the woman had on or the exact date of the crime. Much like this, he thought, chilly but not yet hard frozen. He remembered digging the pit where they buried all three of the Clagetts; mother, father and young son. His nephew had been there, his deputy at the time before he went off to serve with the militia in the South. I never talked with him about it, Beall thought as he finished dressing. It'll be hard because he and I have become good friends, not just fuck buddies. And that's friends not lovers in the real sense of the word; the lover part's just for you and me," she said. I nodded. I did so want to push the issue, but she had all of the cards, not a good situation for me. "I'd like it if you wanted to give him up. I mean for our mutual love, not because I told you to," I said. "The day will come when he is gone. He's not long term. But, before that day comes, I really would.