‘You think you want some perfumed popinjay who will bow and scrape and fall over his feet to attend to your every whim. But that is not what you nee..., Kitty. You need a firm hand. I can give you that. I can give you that and much, much more. You will be very well taken care of, I promise you. What do you say?’ Kitty was struggling to breathe. She longed to give in, to swoon into Prince’s strong arms and devolve all responsibility for her life to him. It would be easy, so easy. But eighteen. The world was less complicated in the past, and your friends were happy.Ah, yes, your friends. You pound the back of your chair with disgust. All of your former friends were female; fortunate considering your talent of relating to women and making them feel truly understood. Why can't they share in your money? The rich people in other cities sought you out because of your talent; why could your friends not find work anywhere but in this sinkhole?You hastily amend yourself, as you look around. He quickly started to push himself off her.Jennifer mocked a frown, and held on more tightly to him. "I didn't pull us down so that you could get away so easily!" she joked.Glancing down and catching an eyeful of Jennifer's cleavage, Peter blushed and stammered, "Erm, Jenny, I can see..."Jennifer grinned and took hold of Peter's hands, using them to cover the top of her blouse. "There, that should protect me from roaming eyes."To Peter, this was a moment that he had only dreamed of. He took the. She was a home maker.One day she asked me if I could do her a favour – I was most willing to help cause by now I guess I was really liking her. She handed me her mobile phone bill and some cash and asked me if I could pay the bill as I used to work in the same company. I agreed. While paying her bill I obviously got her cell number. After paying her bill that day I messaged her on her cell that the bill was paid. I got an immediate reply saying “Thanks”. I acted kind of naughty and replied.