It took him a full five seconds to recognize it for what it was. Anantique cigar humidor!Jack glanced up at his wife in surprise. The gift wasn't qu...ite what hehad expected, but he loved it anyway. "It's beautiful, honey. Wheredid you find it?" In an antique store, darling. But the box is only part of the giftdear, look inside."Jack didn't know what to expect when he opened the carved and inlaidbox, perhaps some antique cuff links, maybe even what he had thought thegift had been in the. ?Yes, and red, see-through, mesh panties with tie-up sides. Real whore?s gear they were saying, and who can blame them, eh? Some little slut flashing those at you over the copier? What are they meant to think???Oh Master no!? I beg, clasping my hands together in front of me in genuine supplication. ?Please, Master, I didn?t flash. I didn?t know. I didn?t!?I?m silenced as the little crop lashes down on the desktop and you stand, threateningly before me.?Lift your skirt, slut!? you order and,. I try to get away as often as I can... M'sieu', may I invite you and the Madame for the week-end? There, I have my private consultation 'digs, ' as the British say. It is not impossible that we can make some headway with the lovely young thing, and perhaps even clear this nasty situation up..."Paul interrupted him. "If you're inviting us, Doctor, the answer is yes. We will come. Anything to get to the bottom of this damned problem." Wonderful. I do feel we can accomplish more if I have her. “Please, David. I need to do this for you.”When she called me by my first name rather than my nickname, I knew she was serious.“Call around tomorrow!” I found myself standing at the front door; my hands pressed flat against the wood. I snatched them back as if they’d been burned, realising I was trying to get closer to her.Dammit! No, fuck it! Fuck, fuck, fuck! She was supposed to be out of my life. I was supposed to be over her and the agony she brought.“Okay,” Shana called back. “I have.