What my child and I now shared felt so good, so real. We bonded like mother, daughter, lover and wife.Afterwards, I lay snuggled with Mindy, blissful ...and content. We were silent, perhaps knowing that the time for words was later. Mindy peacefully returned to her slumber. I soon drifted off myself, vaguely aware that the storm was subsiding.As dawn began to illuminate the world outside, I awakened, Mindy's little hand resting on my breast. I moved, ever so slightly, and her sleepy eyes fluttered. I'm sure she'd love to talk to you. "Tell her to give me a call." "Thank you," I said, accepting his card. I sat through the presentation; I got the business card. Now, I just wanted to flee but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. I settled my bag on my shoulder and turned to Mr. Sterling; he was already watching me. "I want a few minutes of your time," he said, his voice low. "Mr. Sterling--." "No arguments," he interrupted, again in a low voice. My heart started to pound. He put a hand on my. John wasted no time in rearranging Suzanne’s priorities. He made sure that she found him to be the sexiest man on earth. She would become obsessed with sleeping with him. She would resist, but could not refuse his suggestions, no matter what they were. John could feel the resistance within her strong will, but his brain was superior and as always, her brain was no match.She jerked her head, as she suddenly heard her name.“Suzi?” he said again, softly.She looked at him defiantly. “It’s Suzanne!”. Your face lights up briefly, and then you try to hide it. Hey, you say quietly, and I follow you to your room. When we enter, I glance around. Theres clothes strewn about, some food wrappers and soda bottles, and the sweet stench of weed in the air. You blush briefly, grabbing a few pairs of boxers and throwing them in a drawer. Your room is…um…cozy, I say, standing awkwardly in the middle of your room, looking around. Theres a bottle of lotion next to your bed, and my mind steps a toe into the.