“The simple answer is power, David,” he exclaimed, with his arms spread out as if he was a monarch addressing a large crowd of people.I still coul...n’t make sense of it all. How could he justify the fighting, the deaths and the strife he had caused just for power? How could he justify what had happened to Samuel, what had happened to Frank?“Power? All this for such a flimsy thing like power?” I couldn’t keep the despair and anger I felt at the answer he had given out of my voice, “How was all. I go up stairs desperate for my bed and pull my dress up over my head, suddenly catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Standing there in black hold-up stockings, a black lacy bra holding my 36dd tits in and knickers having to contend with my motherly size 12 tummy.Not bad for nearly forty and I give myself a quick touch up, squeezing my tit and I slip a hand over my lacy knickers. That’s when I notice how damp my crotch is, talking and thinking about men all night has made my little kitty. He knew he needed food, but that could wait. There were more important things waiting for him. He took a moment to briefly wash down his arms and body, knowing he was putting off the inevitable, but also knowing the longer he waited, the more strength he'd have to face what he knew was awaiting him.Finally he knew he couldn't evade it any longer. When he tried to stand, he realized he wasn't strong enough to do it for long, so he lowered himself to his knees, and again crawled, this time. It wasn't until I was having a meeting with him - just the two of us in a room, and I was buzzing. I didn't know why, but I could think of nothing but the contents of his underpants.I managed to control myself and when our meeting ended I went outside to my desk and got on with some work. Half an hour later Ralph was leaving, and as he passed he gave me his business card and said 'I forgot to give you this. I'm here all week' casually so it looked like a business thing. The buzzing started.