.. I was not considering using this to get into the prostitution business myself ... but with her book securely in my hands, it just might provide us ...with some additional political protection, should we need it. We did, after all, have plans for the Westside that the current ‘powers-that-be’ would undoubtedly object to. Not to mention, that someone in authority had wanted my father dead. At worst, her Black Book would be another useful tool that someday just might come in handy!Shopping at the. ”I nodded silently, anxious to be touched, to be stimulated, to let go and lose myself in some form of bliss.Rachel smirked, and softly lowered her face between my legs, her hands gently resting atop my thighs. “So be it,” she whispered, and I raised my legs in anticipation of receiving her attentions.She planted a soft kiss on my mound, looking up at me to see how I would react. I could only stare wordlessly. Another kiss on my tuft, and she moved her left hand between my legs, parting my. All that matters is the meditative walk in a long straight line, going nowhere, looking vaguely for something. I wonder why he brought me along. This is so intimate for him and each of us is fundamentally alone in our own thoughts tonight, anyway. Something inside of me tells me this is an apology. He knows I have lost my stillness, just like he has. He knows I am tired. He can see it in my eyes. He knows the truth just like I do. He knows that, together, we are transient. These woods are his. You may not be ready to admit it, but you know exactly what this is about. You want someone to take control, someone to take all the responsibility for your actions. You want someone to relieve you of all the decisions making. I’m that someone for you sugar. I’m the man you are going to kneel for; I’m the man you are going to give everything to. You are going to do it willingly, just because you know it will make me happy. And in return, I am going to make you feel more cherished than you.