I picked up both our bags and followed her.-----How long it took us to pass through the tunnel, I don't know. I say"tunnel" but there weren't exactly... walls around us; it was only that I hada sense of motion, though I wasn't walking. The spaces around us wereopen and in the distance, in various directions, I could see dimly-litimages of myself and Taylor, distorted as in funhouse mirrors. The realTaylor, or at least an image of her that was correctly proportioned,was far ahead of me, and. You’ve always had this great, positive attitude about trying new stuff. It’s one of the things that makes you so special. But the idea’s not worth getting you uptight and killing that wild-ass streak of yours.’ The cab traveled on through rain toward mid-town. The driver, a young black guy, probably a college student, had the radio on a jazz station. Cindy stared out past the busy windshield wipers, then glanced at the back of his head before turning back to Ray. Without making a commitment,. ‘You are my god Max.’ He smiled, ‘Keep going then teach, worship your new master.’ I ran my fingers over his nipples and had the sudden temptation to taste them. I leaned down and brought my head to his chest only to be grabbed suddenly by the neck and pushed back. As I chocked he said, ‘We’ve gone over this teach. You have to ask or get my approval before you do something new.’ He let go. ‘I’m sorry master. May I kiss your chest?’ ‘Go ahead slave.’ It hurt to be called slave but at the same. Though they had been working on a huge project with each other for the past six month or so, neither one had said anything to the other that wasn’t related to work. Besides, T worked in a window office. Sasha’s office was down the hall from T. No matter how she felt about T, Sasha could never tell him about it. It was too risky. She had to ignore the tingling in her body whenever T’ s brown eyes locked on to hers. Their boss had made it very clear to everyone in the office: The government had.