When I finished my course, I walked slowly back upstairs to our bedroom where Dylan was still asleep. I turned on the shower, took off my clothes and ...tepped into the steam. As I was shampooing my hair, a wad of suds slipped down to my breast. Remember what happened the last time I did this? I started to rub it on my nipple, but stopped. What are you doing? I scolded myself. You can’t let yourself do this. I almost started to cry. Dylan stumbled into the bathroom as I was drying my hair.. "What shall I wear, Master?" she asked, with more assurance and willingness than he had noticed previously."Oh, the clothes are there on the bed," he said, and left her alone.He would have preferred to stay and watch this lovely creature dress herself in the simple clothes he had laid out for her, brassière and drawers in plain white cotton, a thin slip and a respectable woman's dress. As he went back to his room he hoped that this visit would pass off well, as on the success of this depended. A couple of days later Lenny invited me for coffee. He said ' I have been thinking about what we talked about. Does Elaine drink" ? I said 'Her family background is Irish. They all like a drink,but Elaine does not drink all the time. If she starts drinking, she drinks like a fish, but sometimes goes a long time without drinking at all". Lenny said " That's good ". He reached to a table and picked up a brown bottle and said "These are some tablets my wife had. They are one's she got given to. "Alex settled up, and the Uber came just as we were leaving the bar. Thewhole ride to his place, he had his hand on my inner thigh and was softlyrubbing while we talked, like it was the most natural thing in the world.I took revenge by tracing one of my nails up and down the inside of hisforearm at the same time. I'd like to think the driver didn't notice, butI'm sure he did. I figured, hey, at least we weren't drunks throwing upin the back!When we got to Alex's building, he offered me his arm.