Instead she gingerly picked it up and took a sip like any other day. Now I was starting to get scared. Just in case I stood between her and the carvin... knives."Thank You honey. The coffee tastes great." You're welcome. Are you OK? Do you want me to pack up and leave?"Her head snapped up looking at me with tears running down her face, "Please God no! I can't live without you. Don't leave me please!" as she threw herself at me again just like last night. I held her tightly talking quietly telling. And there for five minutes, you repeated your hypnotic rhythm. Five strokes of your clit, three caresses of your labia, one dip inside with your fingers, repeating over and over. The rate of your breathing and the speed of strokes increased, but your count stayed the same. And then at 10:25 pm, as if addicted to the exactness of your nightly indulgence, you reached with your right hand to the chair next to you and pulled to your wet slit, the soft, plush, light brown teddy bear that seemed a. Hold that thought. I'm on my way back to town. See you in Vanda's at 8. Saturday nightIt is precisely 8:09pm. I know, because I am looking at my phone. The bar is busy, I'd bought a couple of drinks and been lucky to find a little table for two beside a pillar, and pulled the other close to mine. I'm probably using it as a bit of a shield. I hate sitting in bars on my own at the best of times and now I suddenly feel self-conscious, wondering who has noticed that I'm wearing thigh-high skirt. " "No worries," I replied, "I'll go speak to them." I didn't actually get downstairs. Just as I opened the office door, they reached the landing. They looked like a couple of thugs. Big, broad, very little hair; dressed in jeans and leather jackets. "Liz?" The talker had a tattoo on his neck, sticking out from his t-shirt. "I am sorry. Liz is out for the rest of the day. Perhaps I can help?" I ushered them through into the office and sat them down on a sofa in there. I sat on the arm chair.