"Nooo, I'm not alone, but it doesn't much matter whether I am or not --- now does it?" That puzzled her some, but she went on."Nooo, I'm not alone, but it doesn't much matter whether I am or not --- now does it?" That puzzled her some, but she went on. "Thanks for the --- ah --- `loan'; I got my Firebird back yester- day morning --- and --- ah --- I don't know how I can thank you --- " and her voice drift off uncomfortably. A low, firm voice responded, "You'll figure out something, I'm sure, when you've thought about `us' long enough --- and believe what you've seen and felt so far." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, followed by a VERY low and sexy, "I already have thought about `us' and I want to meet you to `prove' to you that I --- do --- `believe' --- NO, I KNOW --- are you free today?" "Drive down to the Riverside Condominiums, on South Riverside Drive at Lexnard. Park your car in the underground condominium garage in slot 44 and take the elevator to the penthouse level - I'll be in Penthouse Apartment Number One," came the cool, deep and very strong reply, followed by a dead line. She rushed around the house like a mad woman, leaving a note for her daughter and one for her husband, just in case. After hur- riedly showering, making herself up and choosing her best, most conservative skirt and blouse outfit, (being particularly careful not to "encumber" herself with either a bra or pants, thus making matters simpler, later), sliding into her highest pair of black high heels, (purposely failing to wear either pantyhose or nylon stockings to add to the simplicity), she stormed out the door to her car and drove like a demon, downtown. During the silent fifteen minute drive downtown, she thought about the events of the past few days, giving careful attention to her recollections of Parkersburg and her first, and perhaps, in reality, ONLY, real MASTER, and as she was thinking about him, she reached in her purse and extracted her small, sequestered bottle of Shalamar Oil and began applying it carefully to her quaking, shivering body as she zipped through traffic toward a --- a new chapter in her life as a true sexually submissive female --- she hoped and prayed it was a `new chapter'. Minutes later, her Firebird parked in stall 44 in the basement, she rapped timidly at the door to Penthouse Apartment Number One on the very top floor of the condo on the Manamanee River, down- town. |