It was just a matter of time. Your cause was just and I saw no point protracting the litigation. If life has taught me anything it is to bow out grace...ully when a graceful exit is still possible." We are somewhat puzzled as to the purpose of this meeting" Bill interjected."I am getting around to that" the man behind the hand carved walnut desk responded. "I noticed in yesterday's news that three of my top former employees were convicted of felonies that could put them away for life. While I am. I could dance a waltz in such heels and the swish of my skirt with every step is like watching feathered clouds race across a crystal blue sky.It is the most perfect of days.The walk to the bed-and-breakfast is short and the morning delightful. Across the street, men noisily unloading cases of beer, in front a seedy bar pause to watch me. I can feel their eyes on me, devouring me, ravishing me, stripping off my thin dress.I pretend that I don’t see you, my little darlings. You are not my. The door remained opened. Don has said I was not allowed toclose the doors in the house but only open them.Don was able to create a balance between punishment and enticement. Atone point, when I was standing near him, he put his hand between mylegs just below.. My inner thighs seemed to warm over his hand and Iwas stimulated. But he didn't stop or put the ice pack on. Instead,after a few minutes, he removed his hand and it ended there."Hey, you need to be ready in an hour Jane," Don said. I was. He smiles at that. I like making him smile. We walk back to Nada and the valet brings Ben’s beast of a truck around in short order and he drives me home. I feel safe in the truck. I’m starting to like that it’s so big and loud and noisy. When he drives it into my neighborhood, I imagine people flipping on their lights at the commotion we’re causing. When he cuts the engine in my driveway, the silence is huge. He helps me down from the truck cab and kisses me goodnight at the door. ‘How long of.