" he said as he pulled an envelope fromhis coat that was laying on the counter. He slid it over the countertoward me. "He wanted you to have this."At ...irst I wasn't sure what was in the envelope, then I thought maybe itwas payment for last night. That would be kind of tacky though wouldn'tit? Maybe it was a note? I stared at the envelope a little longer than Ihad intended and slowly picked it up. Something inside moved and Icarefully opened. Inside was a note, but also a key. I looked at. I didn't think she'd believe me anyway. At its best, sex was simply fun for her, a way for her to pay her ticket on the ride. We walked over to the clubhouse together, holding hands, and finding reasons to bump against each other, both of us appreciating whatever contact we could manage to get.Brenda waited outside for me as I took a quick shower, and changed back into the pants and shirt I'd played golf in. I got a bag from the locker room attendant to put my tennis shorts, socks and shirt. She was back within Blackhawk Hall once more. Even as she stepped from the teleportation pattern, someone walked into the room. Sharon let out a laugh and bounded across the floor to gather her old charge in her arms. “Oh – it’s good to see you, Arilee.” “It’s good to see you,” Ari agreed. The matronly woman stepped back and held Arilee at arm’s length. “I hear that you’re turning the place upside down. We’ve had nobles sneaking in here to complain ever since you took over up there.” “I’m. I even got a vasectomy so I could have sex anytime I wanted. After Mrs. Griffin got her divorce she told me to call her Winona. I would spend hours in the evenings watching her. Often she was alone and I would just jerk off as she undressed and walked around her room with nothing on. But other times men would join her and she would get the fucking she deserved. The fucking I wanted to give her. I was recording all of this, you know. I didn't keep the copies in my room. Oh no. I made them, and.