He couldn’t understand why leaving Magnus had him feeling so empty. He’d known the man less than three hours, yet walking out his door had been on... of the hardest things he’d ever done. But it was better that way and he knew it.So why did he feel like sobbing?He also couldn’t figure out why lying had felt so terribly wrong. He lied to people every day without so much as a twinge of guilt, why should this virtual stranger be any different? Why should the idea of deceiving him spark Darius’s. Worst of all, my mother might regret what had just happened between us.As I continued to sit on the bed stuck in my own thoughts, my mind racing at what I had just done, my mother softly grabbed my hand with hers, before giving me a kiss on the cheek."I'm going for a shower," she smiled.I just nodded with a soft mumble underneath my breath. It wasn't until my mum laughed, looking at her body moaning."Jesus, you did cover me in a lot of cum."I couldn't help but smile as I looked at my handy work. "Seaman Black? Front seat. Snap to it, young lady."And so it goes. Grace, who can't see over the nose from the back and is unable to reach the pedals without her special shoes, sat in the back seat while Seaman Black flew the plane.Sometimes, Hey, Ya'll watch this works.On other occasions it's time to throw the rubber sheet over the mattress in the back of the pickup to keep the blood pooled in one spot on the way to the hospital.Seaman Black did, indeed, know how to fly ... and she had no idea. It had been agreed that she would be bare fisted against an opponent whose hands would be bound with protective and very hard leather. Frederica had pleaded with her Mistress but it was useless. She really was a very obstinate Lady at times! Frederica and she were banking on all three succeeding. Bankruptcy stared the Mistress in the face if any failed. But the Lady Fortescue's lovely features betrayed nothing of the anxiety she must be feeling."Your poor hands!" said Frederica as she passed.