”“Which I’m sure is costing you some coin,” Renud mentioned speculatively. “Music without vocals are not often in high demand.”“Music wi...th poor vocals even less so, your eminence,” Fenta agreed.“There was discussion last night that you are leaving late tomorrow night,” Renud remarked, glancing down at the parchment in front of him. His heart was racing and the staff between his legs rising. She had certainly had an effect on him and for a brief moment, all he could think of was taking her right. . well, please think about it, Sara." I will," I say, standing up and walking over to retrieve my towel from a chaise lounge. I have a lot to think about."I don't know if John's coming home tonight or tomorrow night," she says, standing up next to me. "He'll call if he's not coming home and maybe we can have dinner together again," she says quietly. Fuck! I need time to think! Maybe John will come home."Let me know," I tell her noncommittally."I will," she says, reaching towards me but then. Diane knew that she enjoyed having authority over Zoey, and didn’t see any reason why that shouldn’t continue. She, therefore, ordered, in what was more like a maternal tone rather than a friendly one, “Okay then, Zoey. Let’s get going. I will need you to make another switch just in case I need to use it on you again. You can do that as we walk along. Put your clothes in your duffel bag and let’s get going.”Zoey listened to all of the instructions and was horrified. She wasn’t so concerned. Was she married? Does she have kids? Did she like me? Was she thinking of me as much as I was thinking of her? I doubt it. That'd probably be like a celebrity picking just one fan out of thousands. I was probably just another fan to her. As I continued walking, I heard a car approaching. It stopped next to me. "Hey you," a voice called. I approached the car. It was her. The goddess. "Holy Fuck," I thought, then said, "Hey. Long time no see." "I never got your name. Mine is Kendra," she said.