You will follow all instructions and will do anything in yor power to please me."The words break her out of the trance and she looks at my naked form ...sitting looking at her. Turning she looks at the open door, the means of escape, the road away. With a shallow breath and with a shaking hand she reaches out and pushes the door closed."Very good little one. Now strip for me slowly."Her hips start to swing with the soft slow music running her hands from her hips she traces her body upwards towards. Even then, most people see the dress and the bag anddon’t think about the rest of it, but it was still asmall relief. My knock was answered almost instantly. As calm, cool,and seasoned as we try and be in these situations Ifind almost all of us, regardless of role, areabsolutely jumping out of our skin with theanticipation of how the whole hookup is going to turnout. I mean it’s not hard to be, you’re meeting acomplete stranger, who could be anyone, your onlycontact has been. "Greg, I have a favour to ask you."I walked back towards her."I'm off in five minutes and because I didn't get the car today I have no way to get home. I live way out in the country and there isn't any bus. Could I trouble you for a ride home?" Sure, I can do that. I'll wait here for you."I live alone so nobody was expecting me. I had a feeling that this could be turning out to be a very interesting evening. But maybe I was reading her wrong. It was a long five minutes while numerous thoughts. There weren't any jobs available out of season for somebody with a resumé with a five year hole in it. I applied for a job as a housekeeper at the place I was staying, but the manager laughed, and pointed out the many empty rooms and his current skeletal staff."You don't look homeless," the manager told me. He could tell that I was at the end of my rope."Well, I guess I am, technically." I didn't want to go over the story of my life. I made a mental decision to try to never think of what I did.