He told me we would go to the opera tonight with one of his customers and I should make him get his thoughts of business for the evening. I was surprised when it was time to leave and he was telling me he was not going. All he said was…he may touch you, nothing else…make me proud my little whore. I would.
He was a perfect gentleman, but the way everybody else looked at me that night made me feel like it would make no difference.
When I got home, he stepped behind me, whispering into my ear…”how do you feel my little whore?”…he knew what he would find even before his hand slipped under my dress…
