No limits, no questions, no boundaries.’ Troy, with a mixture of anger, disbelief, and admittedly a little arousal, kept probing. ‘How can that b...? How can you be so willing to give me that much control?’ ‘We have twenty years of trust and friendship behind us.’ Dean tried to explain. ‘We simply believe in your judgment. We trust you, more than we trust ourselves.’ ‘So.’ Troy continued, with a smile. ‘Your telling me that if I tell you, to strip off your clothes, walk over there to my dog, and. He turned to me, taking both of my hands. "I've waited a long time foryou."I furrowed my brows in thought, but it was hard to think. "Leonard?" Accept it," he said.I believed him, although I didn't know why. He had waited for me -- and Ihad never known. It didn't seem right, although it had to be so --except: ~Why had he been waiting for me?~"It's a long strange road we Mengstroms take, a very long road for me,"he went on to explain, as if I had voiced a question, "I was selective."He smiled. I told her an Executive Assistant did not concern herself with grunt work; I would have someone pick it up and deliver it. I did - to a storage locker on North Clark Street, just in case the 'Lisa' thing didn't work out... The whole girly-girl thing completely bewildered me. I had dismissed my childhood wonder long ago as exactly that. Now, that wonderment had sprouted and taken root like a long-dormant seed. It was turning out to be one of those things you didn't know you were going to like,. Especially, after Sean’s abandonment of me and our family.It only took ten minutes to get there. He was getting more excited as we got near my front door. He started pawing at my butt.I turned and said, “Don’t touch me, unless I say it’s ok. I’ve thrown guys out better looking than you are.”“Why me then?” he said.“You remind me of someone I used to know. Someone I used to fuck all the time. Keep your hands to yourself, Frank!”His reaction to that was hilarious. He must’ve forgotten he used the.