Washing off the outward connections made over the course of a day. I know it can't be happening.Yet I can still smell her on me. I close my eyes and i...hale and she is sitting next to me. I open my eyes and it...she...is still there next to me. With every breath, I take in the oxygen that sustains my life, and I take in the fragrance that sustains my imagination.I imagine again the softness of her lips as she gives me two tentative and gentle kisses on my cheek.I imagine again the feel of her. Last week I saw him holding hands and playing kneesies with some slut in the Italian restaurant; she looked like a professional whore." So what? I'm not looking to get married." And three weeks ago, he invited me, me of all people, to go to Savannah with him for the weekend. That stupid fuck couldn't even figure out that I go for women." Did you tell him that?" Fuck no, I just said I wasn't interested. Why make it easy on him?"I was laughing by then, and she had started to cool down, but she. Finally, I just took a long shower and dressed.I looked out the window and saw that Cheryl and Karen were sitting at the curb in Cheryl's car. At precisely 7:00, the doorbell rang. Girl went to answer the door, much to the ladies surprise. She was wearing a maid outfit, of course, but it was more risqué than the previous evenings. She curtsied to the ladies, saying, "Mistress Cheryl, Mistress Karen, welcome. The Master has asked that you follow me."Girl twirled away, leaving them wondering if. I concentrated on controlling my breathing so that the camera wouldn't waver. Julian continued stroking the roundness with his right hand while holding her down with his left."Do it, please. Smack my arse. Make it hurt."My hands were perspiring. I was trying to keep the camera steady so as not to spoil the intensity of the moment I was capturing. I could hardly believe what had happened. From an atmosphere of apologetic disappointment, the sexual temperature had gone off the scale. As far as I.