Finally he commended me for my straightforwardness but said the thoughts and desires I had shared with him were sinful and wrong. That he was a member...of the clergy and I was a troubled young woman who ought to give more thought to the needs of her soul rather than the mortal coil and its baser urges.I winced at his callousness. Naturally I had expected him to say something along those lines, but that he could be so unjust as to dismiss what I felt for him, as though it were nothing more than. The path was getting a little overgrown and it was difficult to see if anyone was around. Thinking I could see a figure further along the path I pushed through some low hanging trees and almost bumped into a guy coming the other way. The path was narrow and we had to turn to face each other as we passed. He was mid 50’s, bit taller than me and well built. I’d guess he was a married guy, like me and although we certainly both knew what the other was there for, neither of us said anything, and. When you get to the end of the carpet, you see a chair set up with a table next to it for your drink. Sitting on the table is also an iPod in a dock that has a note saying "PLAY".You press play and a high tempo song comes on. I walk the red carpet like a model and your jaw drops. My first outfit for the show is jade colored shorts and a lace cup bra with a matching jade piece under the cups. My soft pink nipples are clearly visible through the sheer lace cups. My black hair contrasts against my. I still read a little and keep up withsome of my old interests. This pleases Lyla, keeping my mind active, myintellect sharp. But mainly, I serve her. I serve her by meeting here atthe door with parted lips, downcast eyes, a shy smile, and a cold beveragein hand. I serve her by sweeping the floors daily in heels and a dress. Iserve her by preparing the checks for her to sign, balancing the checkbook,keeping the finances in order for her inspection and approval. She signsthe checks--it isn't a.