Vice versa too, his desire is my desire, his well being is my only concern, his arousal is my arousal. I trust implicitly, I have to in order to have...a relationship feel complete. The only way for that to happen completely is my loving gift to be given as submission and to have him take me in ownership and dominance. He continues his glare at me, lusty, wanting glare. One that is like the predator locking on to their prey, leaning back comfortably in his wheelchair, the leather creaks as he. If you aren’t on the bus when we leave, you aren’t coming with us. You are always welcome to make your way to the foster care complex and leave there when you want. Right now, you are my responsibility, and I will not tolerate this shit. I stopped here so that each of you could be kids and have fun. What you did isn’t making it fun for anyone. Cut it out or go to your room, get a shower, put on your clothes, have dinner, and go back to your room. Do you understand me?” I asked each of them.They. "The concubine Marcia Reynolds wants you informed of the following," the AI announced to both Philip and Nicholas. "Paul Benton, the bailiff for Judge Parker, hung himself sometime last night. His body was discovered in a restroom in Trinity Park. The court reporter of record for the commitment proceedings, Maria Gomez, has been reported missing by her husband."Nicholas puffed air into his cheeks and then exhaled loudly. "We're running out of people who know about or were at that hearing." That. Not yet secure in its maze of illusion, she had only recently begun to play the game. Studying the many patroness’ of her office, studying the shopping malls, yes, even while at the grocery store, she had studied each woman that caught her discerning eye. Cataloguing them all, she had become determined to mirror a little of each of their own peculiar attractions, hoping that the accumulative effect would afford her enough wealth of illusion to entrap him; little recordings of their.