He laughed. "God, such a slut! Almost ready to get off again even when she's hurting! It almost makes me want to fuck you, but I think you've had quit...e enough pleasure for today. But if you go fetch my paper now I'll let you worship my feet while I read it." She got up, pulled down her dress, and went to the front door to get the paper beside it. She brought it to him on her hands and knees, carrying it in her mouth--he hadn't told her to do that, but she hoped it would show him how subservient. Call Lu if you need to.”“He’d say that this is one of those times I needed to decide on my own and live with the consequences. Something trite about growing up and be a man,” I bitched.Turning to Ronnie, I raised my voice, “Are you going to drive me or not?” I demanded more pissed off than I should have been.“Don’t hurt anyone and please use moderation,” she capitulated.“I will be doing the exact opposite of harm,” I promised.Click. “Dr. Rosenbalm’s office.”“Tell the doctor that the person who. 'One, two, three... ' I counted in English. Then Spanish, French, German, Russian, Swahili, Chinese, Hebrew. Finally Portugese, Croatian and Afrikaans. I was hoping to learn my numbers in Apache and Aztec next.Mrs. Mires had sat watching me during my minute of silence.I smiled. "Of course she doesn't need my permission, but since she's almost always here, I was hoping she wasn't sick or something. Tami and I have been gone a week."Mrs. Mires nodded, looking like she'd just smelled a really. ”“Do not disobey me,” he said with emphasis. “It’s already your second strike.”I looked at him and simply nodded my head.“Dinner at nine tonight,” he said, returning to his chair.“Ok, I’ll make the reservations,” I said. “For Mrs. Benson, right?”He smiled and replied, “You and I, Carol.”“Oh, ok,” I said with a surprised look.“It’s already reserved at Noriega’s,” he added.I went about the day’s work, but my focus was disrupted at times by the thought of Mr. Boyd’s behavior. The fact he had.