I can smell her very well now, her perfume, her perspiration, her cunt. I can feel my voice box tighten, ready to take on the raspy quality that come... with ?The Voice?. I watch as her hands tighten their grips on the arms of her chair, her knuckles going white. I stop 3 paces from her chair.?Kneel.? My voice is deep, the word perfectly annunciated.She does not move, so I repeat: ?Kneel.? My voice is even, almost slow. It is not a whisper, it is very conversational with enough conviction. We proceed to pull away from each other but we still hold hands. But Patrick cant be there, he says, eyeing him the way my father did when I first introduced them. Why not? I ask, staring at him through my eyelashes. Its not like were gonna do something bad, I say with the most innocent tone I can muster. As a response, he stares at me with a smile that clearly says Id pay for this later. And I looked at him with a stare that clearly said I couldnt wait. Well, says Patrick, I guess Ill go. I know he will soon look my way. I look down at the floor, standing tall.He likes to have me dressed when we go into this room. He says it is sexier to be able to take my clothes off, than just to be naked and waiting. I see the look in his eyes, undressing me in his mind. He loves when I wear tight jeans that hug my ass. I hear his steps getting closer. I don't dare look. He knows I can't kneel for too long because of my bad knees.His rough hand smacks against my ass as he walks around me.. She received a host of phone calls asking if it were true and assured everyone it was, citing the proof she had. Some came to examine the evidence, and went away convinced.In the meantime Ryan visited Liam. Dermott happened to be there. Liam invited him in, and he entered the vestibule but would not go further. Dermott came to the door of the living room.“About the party,” Ryan began.“Ah yes,” Liam said with a smile, “We really sorted that bastard out, and that money grabbing bitch as well..