Physical. Emotional. So to shut it off entirely demanded discipline and willpower. A lot of willpower that Tina didn't have but Candy was learning to ...master. I – or perhaps She – fought to focus not on the heat that was flushing my skin, not on the twisting in the pit of my stomach, not on the fact I could practically taste him in the air. But on other things, intangible and out of reach. Summer. Birds. Trees. Parks. Anything to escape the room. To delay what I hoped was inevitable. To please. "Next I think calling me Mrs. Grant is alittle formal for the intimate things we're doing here, so why don't youjust think of me as 'Mommy' and call me that for our little game,alright?" Yes alright," he replied, then added hesitantly, "Mommy."Do you know what this is Jessica," she held out a waist nipper typecorset? "A girdle for a woman?" Well actually it called a corset darling, this one is it black with redtrim." Do you know the purpose of this lady's garment?" I think to make your waist. No need to walk now that I can afford bus fare.Vickie was tickled to see me and she was all cleaned up, had clean clothes on and had eaten a few meals. She had a sparkle in her eye, and was grateful to me for getting her a place here, and not trying to molest her. She said I looked so handsome and that she could have a guest for dinner, if he was sober and not stoned, and it looked like I would pass the muster. I told her that I'd be glad to stay and eat. I told her she was more beautiful than. ‘What the hell. Maybe I’ll even get lucky.’ That Friday night I was sitting in a private booth in the back of Tomaso’sawaiting my date. Soon after my arrival, a seemingly shy man pulled up to mytable in an electric wheelchair. Angelahadn’t mentioned that part. ‘ Paul ?’ I asked. ‘That’s me. You must be Iris .’His voice was surprisingly low, and he constantly flexed his jaw as he spoke. ‘It’s so good to meet you. No offense but Angelanever mentioned…’ ‘That I’m in a wheelchair? No, she wouldn’t.