The man looked down.“I guess,” he said.“You guess! You forced me to suck your cock, butt fucked me, and left me humiliated, naked and alone on t...e floor of that damn shower room!” I said.“Your buddy Mantea got even for you,” he said.“Even? Not hardly,” I said. “Question, does your wife know about the stuff you did to guys like me in there?”“Yes, and no. I never told her anything, but she figures that it likely happened,” he said. “Comments she’s made since we reconnected after I got out.” I. Rachel screamed, covering herself as she fell from the desk. And Luke, her Luke, stared at her as if she’d just popped into existence, his mouth agape. It was almost like a pantomime. If Jane hadn’t just walked in on her boyfriend screwing her boss, she’d of laughed at their faces. As it was, however, she had just walked in on her boss screwing her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, the one she’d been running through hallways in heels trying to hurry up and finish work for. The boyfriend that was. He was not at all comfortable in the assignment because he was a bit afraid of the detonators and the other delicate ingredients of bomb warfare for fear he would senselessly destroy his body in search of some meaning in life. He had seen the results of the bombings up close and personal and he felt it was far too random for his liking.Danny far preferred the feel of a firearm under his armpit or snuggled close to his body under his jacket or shirt inside his leather belt tightly cinched to. ”“Your Radiance is so impatient ... let me finish, if it pleases you.” The witch motioned in a placating gesture. “The second time a woman touches your seed- with any part of her body, mind you- her tongue, womb, bottom, hands, face, whatever His Grace prefers- the perfect obedience lasts longer, likely about three hours, and the woman is permanently enamoured with you. She is not compelled to obey you per se, but she’ll constantly long for you, like a maiden for her first love.”“The final.