”“Carl, I’m not sure what you expect out of me if you don’t tell me what is going on, or what happened, or whatever.”“Newt, on this one yo... are going to have to trust me.”He just shook his head. “Give me some time to make some phone calls, but don’t do anything stupid without talking to me first. If this is bullshit, I will hang your balls out to dry in the noonday sun.”“Fair enough.” I stood and took my leave of him. I flew home, and then had several drinks too many that night. Too damn much. We’re both letting this moment flourish without words, maybe still unsure of who wants what. “I think that caffeine is kicking in.” The tone in her voice stirs the air around me, and I can vividly picture her coming on to me in the bed, in the depth of the night, without the bathrobe or anything else on. My dick is fully stiff, but I sit back so she won’t notice it yet. “Good,” I manage to say. She breathes in deep and jolts off the bed. “Okay,” she says. “I’ll need to shower if I’m sleeping. He was just uncertain how to communicate what he wanted. As they walked toward the house Shawn asked, ‘Are you hungry, how about something to eat?’ Susan replied, ‘I’m not hungry.’ ‘What would you like to do?’ he asked. She answered tartly, ‘Nothing with you.’ He sheepishly persisted, ‘I thought maybe we could sit on the porch and talk.’ Susan answered savagely, ‘Not a chance.’ That wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but he didn’t have any clever replies or beguiling comments. He was being his. I paced, watching his body growing accustomed to the restraints.I watched, because that is what I like to do.I watched, like a stalking beast, looking over what I would soon have. My fingers moved over his chest once. His head moved in response. To the side, in short-- timed -- jerks.I imagined dripping water over his body. Or hot wax. I imagined him naked, vulnerable. I imagined giving him oral sex that would make him cringe, plead and beg.I imagined making him suck off each of my fingers..