Now my clients would leave disappointed, looking back at me over their shoulders and wondering why. All I could do was look at them sadly and imagine ...ll the money I was losing.The only one who had more clients than me in those days was Sam. I think it's because women felt comfortable with him, though he had some male clients as well. The other two--Karissa and Jean--had almost no one coming to them. Even I was losing clients. My regulars. My fuck toys. Gone.Then Tabb called a staff. Mom noted my hesitation. "It's okay," she said as she ran her fingers along the side of my face. I felt her desire again, only this morning it was stronger.I grinned slightly, trying to look more relaxed, and slipped past her.Just like the previous morning, a clean towel and the same scrubby were waiting for me on the counter. Had she anticipated this or just wanted to offer me a bit of seclusion for another reason? Yeah, paranoia was definitely back.The back rub she had tried to give me the. She said that Tom was due home any minutenow, and she had several errands for us to run before we dressed for theevening at "The Club" as she referred to it. Ann added, "Since you have shown a real desire to retain that enema forover 4 hours, and not complain too much, I will allow you to relieveyourself and take a break for a couple of hours. And maybe you can improveyour walking and smoking without all that discomfort in you. Then beforewe get dressed to go out, I need you and Tom to run a. The interruption caught her by surprise, but served my purpose; she abandoned her attempts to make the engine awaken from its slumber and magically turn over."Do you have the time?" There was still a frenzied look in her eyes, but it didn't show in her voice. I shook my head as I displayed my tanned wrist and the absence of a timepiece."Would you like to call someone?" I asked, offering my cell."I have a phone. If I call them they'll leave before I get back," she answered, making her forehead.