Goodman a mock severe look. “This, I trust, was without menaces from the senior ranks?”“I swear, on my mother’s grave, Colonel, all gave witho...t any arm twisting, or other such action.” Spelky Woods piped up.I happened to know Spelky’s mother was alive and well, but said nothing.We spent the afternoon and evening drinking, eating, and talking, in my quarters at the Bridgewater Arms, a comfortable, well maintained, coaching hostelry on the Bristol Road.It was after the three of us had supped. Come on, it’ll be fun. Live the high life.”“Ok, fine,” Greg said, already with a bad feeling about this. Ethan could be an ass, which was a big part of why the hadn’t kept in touch.The three walked up to Ethan’s box seats, which were much nicer than sitting in the bleachers. The box was big enough for roughly a dozen people, with a leather couch in the back and six seats in the front on a small deck that overlooked the finish line.“What are you betting on this one?” Ethan asked as they sat. Eyes like pecans in color and ruby red lips that kind of stood out thanks to the pink of the scar. Her hair wasn’t as long as Amanda’s was; it went down to her shoulders.“so Mr.S, when do we move in?” said Amanda, breaking up the reverie.At first I couldn’t think of what she was talking about, then my train of thought realigned itself. “the architect will be here tomorrow at 1230 to draw up the plans. I’m relying on the four of you to tell me what your thoughts are to the add-ons. I want to add. But then you turn, and with gloved handYou beckon me, and so I standAnd follow you into the darkAnd into something cold and stark.++++++A bed, a room with little light.You blindfold me. Deprived of sightI'm trussed and tied onto the bed.You're wordless, and with nothing said,I wonder what the night will bring,To pay me back for lust's cruel sting.But nimble fingers now undressMy body, and your deft caressArouses me. I'm yours, I say,To violate, however mayExcite your pleasure this long.