That must have been hard for you." Not as hard as being homeless and living on the street," she said with seriousness. "How old are you?" How old do I... look? No one guesses my age. Everyone is always wrong. They all thing that I'm younger than--" Sixty?" Sixty!" Older?" Hell no. Most people think I'm forty-five," he said striking a pose as if waiting for her to take his picture."So," she laughed, "how the Hell old are you then?" I'm fifty." Oh, well, um, yeah, I can see that now. You don't look. "He hurt me very badly," I told her as we sipped our coffee."Can you forgive him?" How do I know he won't do it again?" If that is what you believe then maybe you should break it off," shesuggested."I can't," I replied."Why?" Despite what he did, I love him. Does that make sense?" Of course, Jazzy. I've been there done that," she said as she put herhand on mine."If I get a promise that he won't do this to anyone maybe I'll forgivehim," I noted with a sad smile."You love him that much." Yes,. So, nobody to dialogue with." "That sounds more like don't than can't to me." "Maybe, but even when I do get a chance of some dialogue I usually find a way around it. Do a monologue or have a character narrate it back as a summary." "So what are we doing here then? Because all I'm seeing is dialogue so far." "We're going to enact a scene comprised entirely of dialogue." "A sex scene?" "Of course. This is Lushland after all." "I can see you've ticked the 'Historical' category and subheaded it. The quiet voice in her head reminded her how much danger she was in. This man was an effective stranger, and she was fully submitting to him. She couldn't believe how she was acting, she almost felt like she was watching a movie of someone else. However, she was discovering a carnal side of herself she had never met before. The danger only made it more exciting. Being used like a toy only made her feel more treasured. "Very good. You wouldn't believe how amazing you feel on my cock." The Amy.