This is the first time I actually feel angry towards her. But I cannot show it, the punishment would be too great."Miss, I need to know that there are...limits to what you will make me do." I'm amazed at my boldness as I lie prone beneath her gaze."Do you servant." she responds mildly lowering her phone, "What kind of limits did you have in mind?"Please don't make me eat shit. Or do anything homosexual. It would be too much." I look away from her, then back pleadingly."Lucky for you little man. Clamping her eyes shut and rubbing her lover's shoulder with all her might, she captured the torrent within her with the exception of a single glistening tear that crept out and started rolling down her cheek.The tear slid off the edge of her chin, landing with a miniature splash on the thickly lacquered mahogany rail separating her from her lover. It was one of those unknown and unrecognized things that happen within our ken, yet go unnoticed.Mandy knew in the depths of her heart that if she. This is good. Yeah, this is a good thing," he said as if trying to convince himself of that. "If I'm reticent at all, a creature of a stringent routine to get me through my day, it's because I'm not very good with change." Trust me. I know. We all have our routines. Imagine me being flooded out of my house to roam the street, live in a shelter, and eat at a mission. Quite the change, I swear I'd have to make less of a change and would have had a better life had I gone to prison." I hear you.. "Got to go," he said, looking up from his message. "So, I'll come over for dinner? Around 6 okay? We can talk more about this then." He bent down to gently place a kiss good-bye on Trisha's lips. He had meant for it to be a quick, loving kiss, but it quickly turned into more. Breathless, Trisha pulled away from him."You have to go, remember?" she reminded, with a smile. "We both should get back to work; especially since we don't need anyone walking in on us. I'll see you tonight." With a low,.