"This is Mr. Dodds again, Flora. You mustn't be afraid, there is nothing to worry about. I'll take good care of you, and in due course, I'll let you... out. Now, if I remove your helmet, will you be a good girl and have something to eat?" She thought that feeding one's prisoners didn't conform to the usual model for axe-murderer, so she grunted "Um-hm" again. Shortly, he had removed her mask. She blinked in the warm glow from the bedside lamp. Expecting to see some bizarre costume in leather. Becca watched with a hint of envy. True, neither her or 'Tasha were virgins anymore, but she still didn't have the type of relationship that Natasha was bringing back with her. She desperately wanted a boyfriend that she could make a public scene with. There were some boys at school who were always hanging around her, but she had shied away from an actual relationship with any of them because she wasn't sure she wanted a serious relationship. Now that she had experienced sex though, she wasn't. Your breath changes, your moans deepen, your gasps intensify, and suddenly it’s as if you were with me in more than a telephonic connection. I intuit your drift to subspace. I feel your need for tenderness. I know the words you crave. I empathize the longing emotion you outwardly reflect for protection. You listen as I say:“I’ve got you; I’ve got you; I’ve got you; I’ve got you. Release. Release everything. Everything you’ve held back. You are safe. I've got you." And I do, and you do too. A. Lucia stood behind the bar making drinks. She could only see the top of her outfit, a leather bra! The man helping her with the drinks was the other half of the haremgirl. He looked regal as a sultan, turban and all. And there, coming toward her, was Dirk! His outfit was the weirdest of all—skintight black leather pants and a tapered leather shirt to match!The woman sighed, then harshly sucked in her breath. It was part of the music! A man grunted. Old-fashioned bed springs began to creak in.