She knew they existed. She wanted to see them for herself. She quickly threw on a coat the Colonel held for her and took the bag he held out for her (...it matched her shoes too, of course), and then she stopped. ‘Wait a minute! Where am I going? I don’t know where he is!’ ‘Remember the scene you saw when the card opened? He’s there.’ ‘But where’s that? I’ve never been in any restaurants! I don’t know one from another.’ Then she remembered the little red M’s she’d seen on the menus. ‘The Mercedes. Every time we did it, she'd teach me how to do things that she assured me were guaranteed to make a woman scream for mercy and beg for more. When I did oral sex on her, she could make her labia feel very firm and wet and even create the soft musky odor of a sexually excited woman. All the time I was licking or touching or pinching or fucking, she kept up a steady stream of instructions on what I should be doing along with all the whens, whys and hows. She bragged that when she was finished with. Tell me, do you have problems with self-esteem? With knowing yourplace in the world?" O-Of course n-" A proud member of her family, hmm? Always ahead of your older brothers,hmm? Well, let's do something about that." Wh-What are you-" Clearly being a smart young professional hasn't made you any less of awhiny little brat, Ashley, so why don't we just drop the fa?adealtogether? From now on, you're a big disappointment to your parents." H-How-" What were your mother's first words when she saw you?. ”I told her I was at work, but that I was getting off early and that I’d drop by.“Great!” Charlotte replied.I was a little nervous stopping by Charlotte’s apartment. After all, she was eighteen and I was close to thirty. I usually dated women closer to my age, but I had been on a dry spell for several months, while focusing on a work project. Charlotte, while much younger than I would have preferred, seemed to me, to be an easy date. Little did I know how very easy it would be.Charlotte.