" Jennifer ... I'm not stupid and I can see what you're doing. Would you mind if I ask you a blunt question... ?"Not at all, Go right ahead; ask away,..." she said with a smile."In front, you're all smiles but, in the mean time, you given me two rabbit punches that nearly tore my head off. Why don't you stop beating around the bush and tell me what you want."Jennifer became serious. "Fine ... have it your way. There are two things I want. First, I want you to delete those pictures you have of your. I stepped into the grass on the other side a piece of glass digging sharply into my heel through my shoe, bringing me back to reality. Slowly making my way down the hill, I keep listening for the urgent wail of sirens in the distance. Slipping and sliding the last few feet I finally realized what I had known all along, I know this man. This wasn’t just any man, this was the man I love above all others. The moment I had seen his motorcycle I had known, my mind unwilling to accept what my eyes. "What did you do?" Charles shrieked."Relax, my Lord," the valet said with a grin.Charles's hands began to tremble. He peered into his servant's eyes fora moment before his eyes darted away from the man's gaze. The valetgrinned as he continued, "If you wanted to be a maid, I could havearranged for it long ago." I don't, Banks." Don't lie to me, girl." I'm not a girl," Charles replied struggling to compose himself beforehe remembered whom he was and demanded, "And who are you to speak to mein. The palm of my hand clasped my mound. The fingers themselves began to lose control. They played with the nub of my clitoris. They pressed to my pelvis, they reached to the length of my vagina—snaking back and forth They found out that ecstatic nub again. And again. I could feel them bathed in my own honey-musk oil.One day I would share all this with someone else. Maybe another girl, whose hands I would invite. Maybe we would play together with toys like my rabbit. Or perhaps I would open up to.