Now I feel bad."hey, its okay, I'm fine, its all fine" I make my way over to my bed. He follows. He catches my arm, tugging me back. It is now that I ...ook at him how I haven't been able to before. He was my boss, he paid me, but now I see he's a rather attractive man, tall, dark and handsome ring bells! His face is now close to mine."please, I must apologise" he whispers, reaching for my waistband, pulling it free. "Don't" I breathe, my body screams do! "But....." I look him in the eye,. The bare skin was already cooling.Tears blinding him he struggled forward, grasping her by the thighs and desperately trying to lift her to allow her air--so safe the beautiful woman he loved. It was to no avail. Then frantically he put a hand over the dead girl’s heart. There was no longer the rhythmic beating that Lewis had felt so many times as the lovers drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. That was the end. She was dead, it was over, but what a show it had been. Lewis looked at the. I liked being looked at. I liked being the object of men’s fantasies. I could never go back to the old me. The clothes I chose to wear to work more and more began purposely to evidenced the body beneath. I wore thin lacy bras when I wore one at all, and thongs or more often, nothing at all under my short tight skirts and dresses. I grew to love the feeling of being utterly naked beneath my clothes, and the less I wore underneath, the more guys stared, and the more guys stared the more I liked. Even if I could, he'd still have the problem of eating meat. Doesn't he know how much I care about him? We belong together." You can't force someone to love you," Mother whispered. The anger had dropped from her voice, replaced with soft, gentle, caring tones. "Mary, he wants you to let him go." Don't you dare!" came Lucifer's answering roar. Mary cringed away from the force of his words. "Mother is a soft bellied bitch. You going to fuck goats? Is that what you want?" Alright! Alright! Please.