Other women always gave me what I wanted, and I always got enough. But when I was done, I always ended up looking around for more, for someone, someth...ng else. ?But that was ok; that was better than ok, it was great. A new girl every couple of months, the grass really was always greener the next girl down the line. Fuck and dump; it worked great. But it won’t work any more; Gina has done something to me. Now I pathetically struggle to give Gina what she wants, and I’m the one left begging for. When she unfolded the first, she found a white candle that her grandmother had no doubt made herself. She could smell vanilla and other enticing scents when she brought the candle to her nose. The remaining bundles were three similar candles as well as four brass holders.Upon removing all the candles, Diane saw the lid of a beautifully carved wooden box with a silver latch and hinges. As with the cloth wraps, her initial was carved into the center of the lid. Inside the shallow box, sitting. Had she had that much impact on me in that short a time? I was surprised to realize that, yes, Jennifer had impacted me that deeply.I’d managed to get my satellite dish realigned and got a quick look at the weather forecast – another big storm. I got on the radio and let Ben on the main island know that we’d got back okay and that we were getting ready to wait out the storm.Pretty soon it was time for bed and everything was as it had been with one exception – Jennifer no longer needed my help. "I never take it off. You put it on my finger at our wedding, and it's been there ever since." "Then as long as your wearing it, you're not naked, and you won't act the slut. Understand?" "Yes, master." she said, bowing her head. "Try it right now." he commanded. "Strip naked except for your ring." The order took, and she was not compelled to be a slut while wearing her wedding ring. She went off to work, and he actually made progress on his bool all morning, getting several chapters.