Then, slowly, he walked around the back of his Lincoln Town Car to where Linda stood quietly waiting.Then, slowly, he walked around the back of his Lincoln Town Car to where Linda stood quietly waiting. She looked up into his smiling face and those barely visible pale blue eyes and smiled lovingly back at him as he reached down and opened the door for her. With Linda seated inside, he closed the door and walked around to the driver's side and got into the car. Without looking over at Linda, he started the engine and drove quickly out of the lot onto the street, and then out toward the main thoroughfare. When he got about a mile down the road, he pulled off onto a side road and then back into a small, quiet and private area among some large overhanging trees where he parked the car and shut the engine off. "NOW, pretty, scared, Linda --- who thinks she MAY have found a MASTER --- what was all that about?" "Please --- MASTER --- do I have to tell you?" "Have you told your husband, my pretty, very submissive, excited, strange `friend'?" "NNNNNNOOOOOOO!" came the quivering reply. "Then, perhaps, you'll tell me?" And, with a slow moan for a start, she related the whole sorry tale of her repo'ed Firebird, the Friday and Saturday Night "Private Parties", her "pay" for the performances and the two feared and dreaded "repeat engagements" coming up on the weekend. When she was through, she hung her head down on her chest and started to sob, quietly, with body wracking shudders. He didn't say a word. He just reached over and started the engine and put the car in gear, then drove back out toward the main highway and when he got there, asked: "Which way?" "Left," came the soft reply. And she directed him carefully over the streets that led to her home. As they approached her house, she said "the green double on the left, by the old white Chevy," and he angled up to the curb on the opposite side of the street. |