I want some time for me! Weeks pass. People die. Their relatives grieve and sob, then come to me with their anger. They know I wasn’t involved, but ...I’m the first person who has listened to their pain. ‘Why did it have to happen? Don’t they care for their patients at that hospital?’ The bereaved family sit in an accusatory row of chairs in front of my desk. Silence. What can I say? ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘She shouldn’t have had to have spent all that time in pain!’ The elegant Nigerian princess paces. I listened as I got her towel. she had called her father to find out when he would be home, which wasnt going to be till later that day. I came back in and gave her her towel. she gave me a look, a look of pure lust. she told me to come with her to her bedroom in the basement, and I did. my heart beginning to race. Was she going to fuck me? I had a Girlfriend, but she obviously didnt care. Neither did I, for that mater. we got to her bed. she gestured for me to lie down. I did. she reached. . Well ... okay. The only comprehensible theory of ownership I ever heard was that you only really truly own something if you are free to destroy it. I don't want to destroy you, but the idea is the same: you're really mine if I can do whatever I like with you." I glanced over at her, but she wasn't looking at me, so I couldn't see her expression.I grabbed her upper arm and squeezed it, and again brought her to me for a kiss, a more passionate one this time. I was getting reheated; my cock was. Afew forgot Scottie was a guy. They all laughed when Helen said, "Scottie,if you wear that for your stripper he would takecare of your itch all night." Instead of being embarrassed Scottie said,"Well, I need someone to last the night and the morning." Everyonelaughed including Scottie and the owner. They all bought the outfits theytried on.After shopping, the limo drove each of the women home. Scottie was thefirst one dropped off. He was wearing a short skirt, stockings, 3" heels,a blouse with.