Thursday– Service On Command – Visitors at Home Waking to music, classic rock, my favorite, I see I am alone. Rolling out of bed and heading into the kitchen, it is spotless, everything in it’s place, with a nice bowl of fresh fruit waiting for breakfast. Leah is not around the kitchen so I move…
I pick her up about an hour before you get home from work. Making sure she is ready, hair, make-up and dressed for you. I paint her nails the color you like, deep red wine. Then, dressing her in a pair of 6” heels, bra and white cotton panties. She lays on the bed and…
She trudged on through the endless, winding trail of ankle-scathing brush, eye endangering branches and hot, sweaty summer air, not wanting to think about the man who walked behind her with a buggy whip in his hand. A pack full of ropes and other “toys” weighed down on her shoulders, the pack straps like trails…