“I’m Jasmine – or Jas to most people. I’ve come up from Norwich. I’m a feature writer on the evening paper there. My editor thought it would...be a good idea if I came along because of the Norfolk connection.” The historical drama-documentary we were launching that day was partly set in Norfolk and much of the filming had taken place around Norwich. It concerned a woman raised in humble beginnings who became the plaything of an aristocrat and partnered him in his business and sexual adventures,. As the return train roared into the packed station, I fought my way on, exhausted and desperate for a seat. Locating one in a corner, tutting as I clambered over selfish passengers sitting on the outside, thankful I had the cool glass of the window to rest my burning forehead against. Squashed alongside a sweating, overweight man in a suit, I once again listened to the beautiful melody of ‘Roads,’ now on repeat, sinking back into the unfamiliar, but intoxicating feelings of submission.As soon. His eyes opened wide and then he shut them tightly. The image didn’t go away. The little girl sniffed and was just about to break out into tears when Diego opened his mouth. ‘I just need some… time… to get used to this.’ That seemed to calm her down. Cautiously he opened his eyes again and caught the amused expressions of Darbe and hologram-Embers. He fixed them both with a fierce glare that spoke volumes, then stuck his tongue out at them. Embers giggled girlishly and Darbe averted his gaze. " So how did you do it, then?"Um, on top of her on her back and with her husband's cock in my mouth... "What do you mean?" How could you do those things with someone you didn't love?" Because they were fun. Because they made both of us happy." All three, to be precise, but I skipped that for now. "Because life is short and sex is beautiful. And I want it to be beautiful with you, because you're so beautiful." God, where had I learned all this. But it worked. Her big round eyes got that much.