“I can't go home either ” she said then looked away “Mar picked me up at home”. I then realized I was naked and covered my cock,”let me get...dressed and I will drive you”I said.I then turned away and went back in my bedroom and got dressed, Mar had rolled over and either was passed out or just hiding her face from me. I didn’t say a word, just grabbed my car keys and took Linda home. It was a quiet ride until I pulled into Linda's drive way ,then she started to talk. “You need to know if you. He was a Sergeant in the Met and he was my hero. He would take me to the station sometimes and I loved being there with him. Then, one night, there was a knock on the door, and my mother opened it to find the station Superintendent standing there with a WPC. My mother told me later that she knew straight away what had happened by the look on their faces. He had been walking the beat with a young recruit, and they tried to break up a fight outside a pub. The youngster was getting a pasting, and. Make her perform the way I want her to perform and when I want her to perform”If a man had talked to her like this under other circumstances, she would have exploded. He rose, but the fingertips were still inside her.“Do you want to perform for your master, Zanna?”“Yes!” she said, much softer this time.“Again, bitch…“I will perform, sir”Then the fingers slid out of her. She couldn´t help feeling a little relieved, though she knew that he was just saving this for later. Then he slapped her. I plunged myself into piano playing and that has kept me together during the hardest times.” That was a relief. He'd feared that the conversation would founder on sad memories. “How did you learn to read palms?” “I don't, not really. My grandmother could read cards, tealeaves and palms. I was always amazed by the things she said. It's an art or a craft, though, and I don't have much talent for it. What kind of music do you play?” “Lusty. That is, blues, rhythm 'n blues, rock 'n roll, some jazz.