“And me too...”I turned, lifting my arms to take Sue into them, holding her close, her head on my shoulder. Her breath was warm and soft, like her...words... “You don’t need a collar, not anymore, I’m yours, just please don’t hurt me ... Too much.”Oh fuck... !!I just held her until we got up to eat dinner. I had ordered for both of us, Sue had kept her head buried against my neck. Later Sue accompanied me to see the Doctor, who pronounced me likely to live, issued me a small packet of. Sam debated andfinally went in the third door.He walked in and closed the door, on one wall were two pink porcelainurinals alongside a tampon dispenser. Sam stopped in front of one. Hepulled his dress up and tried to fish his little man out of its hidingplace. He grimaced as his long nails poked his jewels painfully. Hegritted his teeth and managed to get his thing out. He did hisbusiness, then washed his hands, touched up his lipstick and made hisway back to his seat.Sam had lost sight of. I'll never forget the smile, she reached over and just barely touched theexposed lace. Alex never knew. Well, the next time she came over, he waswearing a pair of yellow, rather tattered, shorts, which she didn't like.Sam decided to leave, telling Alex she would come back when he waswearing a skirt, or kilt." "Sam left?" "Alex was, well, confused, he liked Sam, and wanted to please her, so, hecame to our room and asked for a skirt. Allison and I were now confused,'Sam wants me in a skirt.' We. She had no shortage of lovers, but very few long-term connections. She used sex to facilitate deals, and took pleasure from whoever caught her eye, usually without so much as exchanging numbers. She considered her own demand as a sexual being to be a source of pride, since demand drove her metaphorical price up - allowing her to dictate the terms of her couplings. Every move she made, on the trading floor or the dance floor, was cold, composed, and calculated to generate maximum return for her.