That second glass of wine took considerably longer for her to drink down but just as soon as she swallowed that last mouthful she reached back, unhook...d her bra, and handed it to me. She said that it was mine to keep if I had someplace special to keep it. I certainly did.Then I asked her how mad she was at her husband and whether or not she would consider letting me take pictures of her. Well she was very pissed and yes, I could take all of the pictures of her that I wanted too. She had only. ??Well, Millissa, that?s very interesting. I?ll certainly be buying more shoes from Howard and I?ll be thinking about your story. I don?t have time to do more than just window shop now, but when I come back I?ll bring a brown bag. Thank you so very much,? Ann responded with a knowing wink.At dinner in a small, intimate, restaurant, where she had been ordered to refer to Chip as ?Master? in front of the wait staff, she related Millissa?s erotic tale and asked Chip what he would want her to do.. Grabbing the side of my face and pulling my hair he took proper claim of my mouth. Devouring it like it was his favorite drink on a lonely Saturday night. And he drank, and I swear I actually swooned some. Moaning and pulling at him I drank too, this entire crazy killer I drank him down my throat and into my gut. I was now the crazed one and with some triumphant satisfaction I grinned when he yanked my hair making my head snap back. I could see the frustration in his eyes as he realized he was. ”Sylvia came to hate the girl, a deep, abiding hate that found an outlet in her treatment of Christina. She would spend hours thinking of ways to make her pay for being younger, prettier, more desirable. Even as she lived off the money Christina earned in that room, she detested being dependent on the girl. As the years passed, Christina’s visitor became fewer and fewer. Her appeal as a little girl started to wane as she got older, and her mother’s refusal to let any of the men touch her meant.