"What?" asked Bruce."I was just thinking. We are about to arrive a few houses from my oldhouse and I'm in a dress." I grinned and giggled again."Yeah,...well what should Cindy arrive dressed in?" Andy chuckled andstroked his hand through my hair."Look," Bruce broke in. "I called ahead so they know we're coming. Momshould have something to eat and somewhere to sleep. There are going tobe some other people there, I'll do the talking. Cindy, they may ask yousome questions and want you to sign some. The results were not that impressive, but I remember what a femalefriend had told me a while ago, that guys get so drunk sometimes thatthey'll fuck anything they can fit their dick in. So I figured that in order to satisfy my urges I'd visit a localsingles bar a little before closing time. Then I'd be sure to find someonewho would be desperate enough to satisfy me. I wasn't looking for love, I'dalready found that. I just wanted to get laid. So I drove to the new "in"place, "Peter's Pan. George and Joanna made up the rear - with the huge suitcase and a trolley loaded with 'hand luggage', duty free bags and so on. "You handled that well," Joanna said to George. "And so did she. Turning herself from Catherine's deadliest enemy into her best friend in two sentences is a miracle. What a honey!" Yes," said George - with a somewhat distracted tone of voice. "She is lovely, isn't she? I'd forgotten quite how lovely. And the last couple of years she has matured a lot..." He trailed. No no no no." She shook her head back and forth, eyes pleading with him for mercy. "No, Milord, I have no . . . no . . . no . . . I would never presume . . . No . . ." Then what?"She looked at him again, her eyes, almost full of tears, pleading, hoping, hungry. "Me, Milord. I will be your whore."Owen was dumb struck."I will be what you need to sate those cravings, Milord. I have watched and wished, and I have those same hungers . . . Please, Milord, use me . . . let me be your whore."He could.