She closed the door. "Suzanne," he said. Sheturned around and was immediately struck hard across the face. "Don't. EVER. Fuck. With.Me.Again. Do. you.... Understand?" "Yes Sir," she replied quietly. He struck her again, on the other cheek. "Do you?" Instead of speaking she fell down on her kneesand kissed the top of each of his shoes. She went to put her arms aroundhis legs and he abruptly walked away. "Finish getting ready and take yourplace." She got up quickly and did just that. Whenshe came. After three more months I was moved into undercover work. I grew a beard and had to dress flashy. I hadn't spent too much time in El Paso so few people knew me there. Sometimes I would disappear for three of four days. Our sex was down to a couple of times a month and Janet was bitching a lot. She started going out with the girls after work. About a year after arriving in El Paso, I was told a transfer to McAllen was coming up for me. There was a large increase of drugs coming across the border. He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and her room grew dark while anxiety fueled the ache. Denied her sight, she connected to her other senses for the next clue. Her ears followed the sound of his movement while her fingers connected to the memories of their bed. Finally, her scent picked up her own arousal as the wetness between her legs threatened her thighs. He made her wait. For ten minutes she knelt with her quivering ass turned to his power. Finally, his drawer opened again, and she. Best two out of three falls, out there. Instead of losing his poise, he picks himself up, dusts himself off, and shuts their lights off, one by one. You'd a thought Brian Nelson was thirty-five, with fifteen years of major league pitching under his belt, and those two fools were the dumb-ass rookies."Last night, the Orioles looked like minor leaguers out there."His partner jumped in, "Did you HEAR the Orioles Manager trying to blame it all on Brian Nelson? What a crock of baby puke. I had a lot.