She wore a smile of deep satisfaction and glanced casually at her watch before lighting another cigarette and inhaling deeply and closing her eyes. �...10 more minutes,” she muttered. “Let her sweat just a tiny bit more. Not that I’m cruel or anything.” 2.15pm… Beads of perspiration grew on Darcy D’Haviland’s brow beneath wisps of shining blonde hair. They pooled and ran down her face as she looked up at her young captor through wide eyes. “Please Jess,” she pleaded pathetically. “Just let me. People enter our lives—we live in the sunshine of their presence for a little time—then sometimes slowly—other times painfully abrupt— their light flickers out. Like the vapor from a teakettle, they are gone.Sometimes when I feel that yearning to return to a happier time, I drag out my little Memory Canoe. I paddle off in the direction of a fair land that has never existed, except in one person's memory—Mine.There is a Sweet Someone who lives there in that fair land and I still like her a lot.. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, see if I could feel something poking me. I wanted to untuck that blue shirt of his, see if he had chest hair or not, and run my hands in it. I wanted to kiss my way down the happy trail....I was getting myself worked up again. He looked down at me, smiled, and left the break-room. I went back to my office. I didn’t call Martin’s info into our accountant. I was trying to slow down my breathing, slow my heart. After a few minutes I was feeling a little more. He seemed perfect and I immediately responded, but it was several days before he replied. He said he was interested (I'll call him Ray), and sent me his stats as well as several face, body, and cock shots. He was fit, 41, handsome, and had what he said was a nine inch cock, although it looked bigger in the pictures! He was married, no k**s, and his wife would be leaving in two days to be on business for several days. He lived in a nice house in the suburbs and worked from home, so was available.