However, despitemy best efforts to lace everything with urban slang, James told me that"it wasn't enough." Its more the quality of your voice," said J...ames. "Its still too manly,too husky and deep. Fortunately, I told Monique and Shaniqua that youwere overcoming from laryngitis on Monday, and you hadn't gotten yourtone back. I think this will help...It will wear off within 7 hours orso."James pulled out a tiny spray bottle and instructed me to open my mouth. I obliged, and James spritzed me. I was, again, painfully erect, but her eyes looked at every part of me, not just the proof of my desire."You're not much to look at... slave," she said. "But you'll do. Undress me," she ordered.I wasn't to find out until a month later that one of the fantasies Sabrina had, and that Pat would not indulge, was the fantasy in which she was HIS slave. She had wanted to be taken by the man she loved so much. My unplanned nickname for her appealed to her in ways I couldn't understand. Her fantasy. The alimony, the courts, the bitterness, the lawyers and a whole lot more. She only let him keep the apartment and that too because she was going to be with a man in a house bigger than a mansion but took everything else and still the law was on her side to take more on the first of the every month. Painfully, this was not all or the worst. The worst was that his twin sister had lost the job, and also divorced, she had no place to live and had asked Zaman to move in with him. He did not mind. " I... oh, my God, Rick, you saved us." She shuddered. "He was going to..." She came into my arms and hugged me. It was a moment before I realized she was crying, almost silently."It's all right," I said somewhat awkwardly. "It's over."She shook her head against my chest in silent negation."What's wrong?" I asked her after a moment became clear she wasn't stopping."I... it's all my fault," she gulped. "I made you... I got you into this... you killed someone because of me. I made you a... a...".