It took five minutes, but finally she was relaxed again.Bradley, her five year old, came into the room. He saw his mother rubbing her belly."Can I rea... her a story?" he piped."Of course. You know she loves it when you read to her." How do you know?" She moves around. I think she's trying to clap her hands," said Jennifer.He got a book from the coffee table. There were books strewn everywhere. She and Josh picked them up and put them away two or three times a day, but Brad and his little. It seems to catch our movements as he approaches me from behind. Casting my mind back to earlier in the evening and to the club, I remember the way I had felt for him then. Feelings of lust and longing, mixed with frustration and humiliation, but mostly pure unadulterated desire. The desire to do whatever he wanted. The desire to be used and abused. The desire to be loved and to be made love to. Perhaps this is the moment that I had been waiting for, for so long, all my life even! He. Was she actuall blushing? She said how wonderful it was to meet me, and that she regrettably was sorry to not meet me personally at the airport but preparations had kept her busy. Please, she said, humbly accept this today's stipend for incidental. And then she handed me a stack of 10,000 yen notes beautifully wrapped in red tissue paper. I started handing out the 10,000 yen notes and there were plenty left. I was whisked into a glass elevator, all the way to the top, into a suite that. Suddenly it felt as time had stopped. I could not hear anything. His hand cupping my chin and turning my head to face him. His eyes still golden but I found him in them."Please don't be afraid of me. This is who I am." he said placing his lips against mine.I was confused on what he meant by "This was who he was." I knew Mike more than anyone else. He was the perfect gentleman. This person I did and did not know all at the same time. For that moment I had him back. I had him back in my arms. We.