To me ne bhi kaha me to uske pichhe pagal hoon phi usne muze kaha ki me tumse ye sab karvaungi to tumhe chalega maine kaha kya? to woh boli tumhe mere... foot aur sandals chatne padenge, me tumhe apan carpet bana ke use karoongi, tumhe mera footmat ban na padega aur mera toilet bhi… mene kaha aap jo chaho muje banalo me aapka gulaam hoon aaj se, To uske chehre par ek smile aa gayi jo bahut sexy thi usne kaha chalo apne sare kapade utar do aur yahaan floor pe pith ke bal let jav mene waisa hi kiya. She undressed completely and changed to a more physical mode of investigation.‘So, is it tight in there?’‘A bit, yes’‘And if I do this?’‘Uh...’What drumming on the appliance with her fingernails could not accomplish, a warm embrace by her lips certainly could. Comfortable wear? Well.‘Come, let’s take a bath.’Feel the claws of reality, shower-plan.Now I should mention that in contrast to taking a shower, a joint bath was much more often a prelude to sex to us. I attribute it to the abundance of. O. didn't trust me any further than his arm's length. But I didn't care... whatever rules he made I would follow, so long as it got me the hell away from Detroit and from my past. So I packed up what few things I still possessed and put them in the old truck I had put in storage before I went off to prison and headed out. I had planned to try Seattle because it was far from Detroit and it was considerably warmer in the winters - I was tired of Detroit's cold-assed winters! So I set off towards. We didn't search him or tie him uptight enough. We won't make that mistake with Billy B." "So I'm in on this?" Itwas my turn to shrug. "If you wanna be," I said. "He's certainly 'nough fortwo. Hell, three if David wants to get in on it." "That's what I mean," Waynedrawled. I particularly hate Wayne's fuckin' drawl. I mean, we all twang anddrawl round here, but Wayne twangs and drawls thicker n' most. "What do youmean?" I asked. "What I said," he said. "And that was?" I asked in as sneerin'a.