"I don't WANT you to ... but you HAVE to! You have to take your girls and leave today. It's imperative! Please don't ask me why! I'll explain it all w...hen you come back, later this year. I'll tell you then, and it might make sense to you ... maybe. But you would NEVER understand if I told you now. You can think me mad, if you want ... or odd, or abnormal or egocentric, or whatever you'd like. Please don't make me explain further. Just go, please." She was really crying now.I thought of a dozen. Guys have been trying to see your titssince you were a teenager, and, at 35, you still haven't gottenused to their hungry eyes seemingly always focused on them. Younotice he's no different, when you unsnap your front latch andslid off the bra.It joins the pile, and you cover your naked breasts with yourhands, trying to retain some modesty. He's seen it before. Yourhands are back behind your head in no time, your breasts on fulldisplay. Your erect pink nipples add to your embarrassment, butit. In the manner of a bottle of wine beingtasted by a customer, James lifted each implement and examined it before Becca'sgaze, and he enjoyed the moment as a cat plays with a mouse. Summoning two waiters to James's table the maitre-de instructed them to escortBecca to where the waiting chains and manacles hung for the wall. Becca trembled more as the waiters came forward and feared for a moment thatshe would cause a scene, but managed to keep from crying too loudly. Beccawas terrified and she. For a second I thought it was lightning, but I realized thatJanelle was at the foot of my bed, staring at the TV. Shit. I'dcompletely forgotten about that.She was glassy-eyed and rigid, and I could see in the dim light that shehad a hand inside her panties. I clicked on the light and she snappedout of her trance. "Oh my god, what just happened?" she said.I explained about the digital converter, and while she'd normallydismiss it as ridiculous, she'd seen the evidence. She was.