"Sorry, were you talking to me?" she asked politely, trying not to cause offence. "I think you've mistaken me for someone else," she followed."My apol...gies, hun, you look identical to someone I know. What's your name then?" I asked, noticing she was still a little preoccupied with looking for or waiting for someone."It's Sammy," she said.I immediately replied with, "Well hello, Sammy, you're looking a little lost, are you okay?"My cock was bulging, throbbing, and I made no attempt to conceal. We moved an eighteenth century town into the twenty first century in three years. It was complete with food stores and a medical center, paved roads, clean water and sewage with a treatment plant and its own power plant and school.We were still running heavy security for the town, mines and airport. While the townspeople of Polokwane were happy people, those outside of the district were not, especially with prodding by the rebels migrating south from Botswana, Zimbabwe and further north. There. After two days of walking around on tiptoes she called me at work to ask me if I had changed my mind. I told her firmly that this was as important to me as the new house was to her and that I had definitely not changed my mind… nor was I about to. The phone was silent for what seemed like five minutes. Then in a quiet voice she told me that an offer had been placed on the house and would I please, please reconsider? I again told her I would not and the call ended abruptly. That night. Two years ago, when you started dating him, I told you what a geek he was?it’s just that Thorpe orders me to—?But this made Taylor even madder, the idea that Max had no appeal for me, but the fact that Thorpe allowed Max to use me as he liked?and that he’d lost all sexual interest in Taylor, his fianc?e, was just enraging.It was even worse now, because actually, Thorpe, after the initial period with Taylor, had lost sexual interest in her, too. So she was very, very angry at her beautiful, but.