.. "I am your slut." You may see now."He was in front of her, standing at attention. The room was dimly lit,she was in silhouette on a throne, raised ...up to his shins. He could notsee what she was wearing... tiny sparkles that flashed in the darknesswhen she moved."Tell me again." Your slut." Good."He quivered. "Part your skirt."His hands moved on their own, he had nowill to move them himself. Short silken curtains parted, revealing anengorged member. Not mine. Nothing is mine, especially my.... "Aaliyah giggled. "You've been burning to do that for a long time." I just needed a good enough reason."His wife leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips. "You've matured so much, my love. She has been the last obstacle to your complete, sexual freedom." Thanks." He glanced at Phillipa. "Then what?" You fuck Fatima and place the gem on her breast. It will empower her in the dream to defeat the nightmare chasing her. It may take some time, but she should prevail." Should?" She will have to. The were delivered back up to him in less than an hour. He opened the envelope and flipped through the shots."Cute. I'm not amused. You might take your own advice. Now get out." he told Gale, tossing the pictures to her.She quickly flipped through the shots. All were featureless blobs looking like pictures of clouds. Except one shot. It had clearly defined words upon it in elegant script.:"Mind your ownfucking business!" This isn't the roll of film I brought in!" Gale cried."Miss Howard. I. But she seemedcold and distant to him now. He sensed she’d make some excuse and pushhim away. The tension of her distance, her very concentration on being somethingthat Lon had never known, something that he would never possess, energizedhim sexually in a way he’d never experienced. His wife was a whore now;but she was another man’s whore. They drove the full half hour drivein silence. They had never been silent. They pulled into the party that Lillian had arranged at about 8:30 P.M. There was.