But then Sunil might have noticed, despite the distraction of Jamie’s tongue on his cock under his petticoat, and asked some awkward questions. Afte... three years together, he still hadn’t mustered the courage to confess that particular fetish.Deliberate steps approaching pulled him back to the present. They stopped in front of him, and a knuckle stroked his cheek.“You know I love you, Jamie,” Sunil said, a tremor of nervousness in his voice.“Of course! And I love you!”“You never have to be. "Hey, fancy bag, look at this!" she said, holding it up and giggling, "Maybe it's some sexy underwear. What do you reckon?" Its not." I replied.She looked at me again, her forehead creasing. "You've already had a look? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I forgot, sorry Abs." I apologised.She winked at me as she jokingly replied, "I forgive you." I now watched as she opened the top and looked inside, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion then shot up as her eyes went wide. She looked back to me with. There’s a very important corollary there. Because if there are 50 ways to leave your lover, there are also 50 ways to love your leaver. The one who is leaving you. Betraying you. Hurting you.Did I mean corollary? Probably not. But, and I quote from the great Lewis Carroll, “When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean, neither more nor less.” “The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.”. She finished her call and smiled up at me. “Can I help you?”I wasn’t here to talk to her, but then, I hadn’t formally visited a House either. Even when I went to House Lacertae, I only dressed up because it doubled as a BDSM club. I drew on Dana’s memories of this place and said, “I’m here on formal business.” Though the statement was ambiguous, among the Officers of a House, those words held a lot of meaning.Sybil’s welcoming smile shifted. She continued to smile, but only as a mask. If.