She shook her head, turned up her music and focused on making lists in her notebook.On Sunday, Brody rubbed his hand over his face as he went down to ...get the mail that he'd forgotten the day before. It was almost lunch time, and he wondered whether Ryan had eaten. Stupid question, he thought. From what he'd learned, Ryan didn't eat on a terribly regular schedule."Hey, Brody."He looked up from the mailbox. "Hi, Lara. How's it going?" Good, and you?" Not bad. Hey, Ryan told me about the tour.. His was the only place that could see into mine, so I’d not been bothered before... unless someone looked out from a bedroom or bathroom window or something. Not that anyone would think a woman sunbathing would be weird or inappropriate. It’s a little different when it’s a young man though, when he seems distant enough to give an impression of not wanting to know.As I stood up, I chanced a glance over in his direction to see if he’d spotted me, and I realized as I did that I half-hoped he. I tore at my bonds, the ropes cutting into my flesh but doing nothing to aid my escape. "Please!" I begged, sobbing. "Please have mercy on the boy, Captain. He did nothing. He's just an innocent boy. It was all my doing, all my fault. The boy did nothing. You've beaten him. Let him live, I beg of you. Kill me instead, if you must, or beat me. But let the boy alone. He has been punished enough." Something in my ineloquent words must have pricked the Red Devil's heart, for suddenly he shouted. The look of their cocks next to the softness of yours. I think about the way you watch as i watch you and the pounding I will be giving your pussy afterwards.We then roll played the scenario, I am in the kitchen pretending it is the cafe. Seeing me as she enters the cafe, the way I carefully gaze at her over the top of my paper, never smiling, yet fully acknowledging that I know what you want—we both think about each other.Fantasize, I should say.Because she can see it in my eyes. She can see.