I reach into the closet and get my make-up bag. I open it and select a bright red lipstick. I open it and roll it up. I paint your lips, it feels heav... and foreign, but new and exciting. I take out eyeshadow and stroke it onto your eyelids. You feel me do this so carefully, with tenderness, knowing there is love behind the humiliation I am about to bring to you... it is odd... that someone who loves you so much and take such care of you, can be so mean and punishing, in a way that you feel. I had a thousand gallon LP gas tank for my gas furnace and gas refrigerator, which would last the entire winter, easily. I had a ten K generator, compliments of an auction of surplus US ARMY equipment. The same auction, was how I came by my jeep and trailers.I had a five hundred gallon tank of unleaded gasoline on hand at all times. Water was supplied by a well, forty-five feet deep, under my kitchen sink. It worked two ways: Electric pump, or old fashioned pump handle and muscle power. The. They didn't speak during the ride up to their floor which both worked in separate offices. Spencer stood trying not to let thoughts of having his way with Sasha right now in an elevator but it excited him to want to try it. He felt his dick slowly rise in his slacks at the thought coupled with smelling the scent of Sasha's perfume. Sasha gripped her purse strap and her case handle trying to force out her lust for Spencer. She tried staring ahead until her eye caught Spencer's reflection and. ..?"Dee Ann laughed. "And then - take my damn hands out of the air and tryto figure out this mess that's me."Chapter Six"You're going to think you're out with a nutcase," Dee Ann said. They'djust finished dinner and were having coffee."Oh?" I think there are some things we need to talk about, but I wanted tobe sure you understood so I..."No, she couldn't hand him the pages she had tucked into her purse. Thatwould be ridiculous."Okay," he said. "It sounds like it's important. Maybe we should.