She was pretty sure Mr. Rubin was dreaming of her. Maureen smiled at Mr. Rubin’s coupling of his dreams and real world contact. She liked that and e...sed off into her own light doze. Maureen awoke to wet warmth on her nipple. The first scent capsule had kicked in and the room smelled of lavender. That was the initial step of the aphrodisiac bouquet to follow. She saw Mr. Rubin was fully awake and engaged in his favorite pastime: sucking her tits. Mr. Rubin had succumbed to her strategy for his. Shushing him as I rocked him gently had been my only reply. It has been a while since we’ve been together and the last time we talked didn’t really go well. He never gave me any reason why he suddenly had to go away without telling. I had been worried out of my wits for weeks without a call from him. He called finally a few days before and asked if he could see me, I was ready to whack him hard with my shoe. When he asked if he could pick me up today at the University and take me out to dinner,. I decided that wasn’t too bad. I could do the time. I guess I must have given a shrug just as he came back up the stairs. He looked to see what I had been looking at, ‘Ah, the clock. You think it will be a cake walk. Think again.’ He knelt and placed what looked like an old shower curtain under my feet. He had to lift each one, I was not helping him in any way. I did lean over though to watch, my drool dripped in long stings landing on his dark curly hair. I had to smile to myself if only he. “Mr. Morrison. I am Sergeant Wilson from the Special Services Section of the Federal Marshals Service, and I have been assigned to accompany you and your ... guest to Washington, D.C. If you will follow me, we have your transportation waiting.” The good Sergeant led me to his SUV where, as soon as we were belted in, the driver took off as if he was on an important mission.Looking at the condition of my clothing, I spoke when we were away from the airport. “I know we’re on a schedule, but I need.