.the slap hurt with stinging pain, which strangely felt so good and I got so much excited that I turned my head away again..and this time he slapped m...e the other side with the same effect and I could feel his finger prints on my face….then he held my face in his hands and begged me “Please suck me! I will take good care of you. I will do anything you wish. I am very powerful in this village and you cannot say no to me..I will come daily during the nights and will stay with you…to make you. He still couldn’t reach it, so he gazed at it a little harder, and it slid right up to his high chair tray. He helped himself to a bite, triumphant. At first he had no idea that this ability was unusual, it was just one of several he was developing at that age, like running and talking. He quickly discovered, however, that other people saw it differently. One afternoon, he moved a sippy cup of juice to within his reach. His mom had been writing a check and was facing away, so she didn’t see it,. "The two of them left the pub, with Beatrice threading an arm through Al's and gazing up at him in a way that she knew would be interpreted as a seductive smile. They made an unexceptional couple for this district of Ecstasy. Al was wearing an expensive suit and Beatrice was resplendent in a wealth of silk and satin that was worn only by woman with means or those trying to attract the attention of men of such wealth.Beatrice would never return to the Tartan Retreat again. It had now become one. "Sorry. Just taking all that in."I started backpedalling because I thought I had somehow really screwed things up, but she stopped me."No," she said. "Really, it's okay. I was just thinking. I mean, we've already been acting out some of these fantasies whether you know it or not. But I -"'Whew...' I let out a deep oh-shit kind of breath. Because now it was out there. This shit was real, not a fantasy. And then our conversation got interrupted by a call from a business colleague. I really had to.