" And she believes you can help me solve my, ah, my physical problem?" So she said. I'm certainly willing to try." I ventured a smile and a small bow....Did you see the gentleman who just left?" she asked, producing a small fan and using it.I shook my head."He did his best, sir, several times, and he is a gentleman of some experience who fancies himself a prime lothario." I may have better equipment," I suggested with another smile."Ho," she said. "I doubt that. But I felt almost nothing while. ‘It’s ok Stac, you trying to cop a feel since you already saw it this morning.’ ‘What?’ I looked up at his laughing eyes. The nerve of this bastard. First, his nonchalance this morning and now this. And another thing, who was he to call me Stac? I don’t even know him. And he invaded my space. Beth watched me stomp away, the rest of the table was so engrossed in their conversations that they didn’t notice the exchange between us or my attitude. ‘Stacey?’ I heard her say as I made my way through. I was in a state of suspended arousal literally all day.Around five, she appeared in the doorway from the kitchen. She had a loose, very well worn t-shirt on that literally formed itself around her nipples, which jutted out at me. Seeing me looking at them, she smiled. "Want a couple of cheesburgers?" Yeah. Are there any chips?" She went back into the kitchen. "I'll look." She called.Fifteen minutes later, she put a plate with two burgers, a pile of chips and some pickle chips too on the coffee. "That first night, you knowwhat I remember? She bit my lip. Bit the hell out of it. It bled. Shemounted me, because she likes being on top. She scratched me, and sherode my face. She fingered my butt. She was so wild, so free. I know itsounds silly, but I've said it before: She put her handcuffs on myheart."I told him about the ensuing weeks, when she bought me a collar and aleash to wear in bars. She carried a whip. She wore a strap-on. Shedressed in shiny leather. This wasn't new to her. She.