I was hoping…’ Laughter filled your voice as you continued, ‘to say the least I never expected a naked, knife-wielding, Amazon…’ ‘…Can ...you at least accept the flowers?…Please…I don’t expect you to forgive me, but at least take these so you know I realise I did something wrong.’ Each word slowly, clearly, poured from your lips, overflowing with seemingly pain-filled sincerity. Realising that I really had no choice, I tried to compose myself, before I reached out and graciously accepted the. We really liked each other." Then why didn't you marry her?" Boy, the questions don't get any easier," I thought to myself."Well," I finally answered her. "For a while I thought we would get married. I did love her. But, she got back together with her former boyfriend ... Katie's daddy ... she married him."Michelle got silent for a few minutes as I continued driving along and kept fondling her hair. It was so soft. I was starting to get a little melancholy as I thought about how much I'd missed. Madam and sir sit on the sofa and I kneel before you both madam sits on the sofa with her head resting on your shoulder and watching your face, she likes when you speak to me an angry tone and commands to me and I reply that I will ensure madam remains completely happy and sir points the finger at me and says, if madam is not happy then I am make sure I will peel the skin of your ass with my belt. I almost shiver with fear and excitement a part of me wants the punishment but the other part of. . Stephanie! but everyone calls me Stef." I can't tell you why I picked that name; its just the first thing that came out of my mouth. Thank god I said a normal name and not some gibberish. "Nice to meet you Stef." The polite brute walked over and put his hand out to shake mine. I meekly offered my soft little hand and he gave it a good firm shake, eliminating any doubt that he was more confident and physically imposing than me.This awkward surreal exchange was interrupted by Rebecca returning.