Chapter 7
When the telephone on Sue's desk rang late Monday afternoon, she was still squirming uncomfortably, trying to ease the burning of her buttocks. She felt tired from a sleepless night, and her head hurt from fighting the tangles out of her hair. Making a face, she answered the phone on the fourth ring.
"This is Paul."
Sue's heart stopped beating at the sound of his voice. Memories of her torments mixed with fear that he might have found out about her date with Jerry Danvers. "Y-yes, Paul."
"Be at my apartment at seven o'clock."
"Yes, Paul." Sue tried to steady her voice as her boss came out of his office.
"You're going to fix my dinner and entertain me this evening."
"Yes, Paul," Sue answered. "What should I wear?"
Evidently Paul had already thought this problem out. "Just wear your coat and some shoes when you come over, nothing else. Until I'm more certain of your obedience, I don't want you scampering out the door every time I give you an order. Understand?"
"Yes, Paul."
"Good. I'll see you at seven, and don't be late," he warned. Then he hung up.
"Who was that?" Sue's boss asked, standing close beside her.
Sue turned away to block his view of her bosom in her low-cut knit top. "Just a friend."
"So, you have a date tonight, huh? That's why you don't want to have dinner with me?"
"Yes, sir," Sue replied. She had been through the same routine with her boss at least once a week since she had started working for him. Attempting to ignore him, she busied herself straightening up her desk.
"I tell you, it would benefit you greatly if you would change your attitude," her boss went on, undiscouraged.
Sue covered her typewriter and shoved her pencils and erasers in a drawer with a clatter. "Yes, sir," she replied, not really listening. He continued to prattle on, but she ignored him. She felt no real fear of handling him this way, since the shortage of attractive secretaries was great enough to assure her job. Instead, she began to fret about the evening ahead of her. Paul's even tone had given her no hint as to whether he had learned of her rendezvous with Jerry or not.
Her gut tightened at the thought of the punishment she would receive if he did learn of that date. However, the knot that formed in her belly was not entirely fear. Gathering up her purse, she swept past her boss, who was still talking.
Because of a tie-up on the subway, Sue was still two blocks from her apartment at six-thirty. Her heart pounding, she started to run, trying to make up for the lost time. The delay barely gave her time to get home, shed her clothes, and make it to Paul's apartment on time. She had no doubt about the fate that awaited her if she was late.
"Sue, Sue Patterson. Wait!" Someone called from behind her. She ignored whoever it was.
"Wait a minute!" Jerry Danvers suddenly appeared at her elbow, and grabbed her arm.
Sue barely slowed down, pulling her arm from his grip. "Hi, Jerry. I'm sorry I can't stop to talk, but I'm in a terrible hurry."
"Look, I just wanted to apologize for last night."
Sue felt a momentary confusion, wondering what he had to apologize for, then it suddenly struck her. He thought the quickie she had grabbed off him in the Park had been his idea and his fault, and that she blamed him. She almost burst out laughing at his innocence. "There's nothing to apologize for," she assured him.
"But I feel terrible about it. I mean, it was our first date and everything," Jerry went on.
Sue became suddenly aware of their nearness to Paul's apartment and fear struck through her. She glanced around fearfully. "Jerry, believe me, there's nothing to apologize for. Look, I'm in a terrific hurry and just can't talk right now, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Jerry replied, his face caving in. "But when can I see you again?"
"Jerry, I told you, I'm busy right now."
"Can't I see you this weekend?"
Sue resisted the urge to run from him. "No, you can't." He was obviously not to be deterred and Sue tried to find a way out of the situation she was in. "Look, Jerry, if you want to see me, it will have to be on a very uncertain basis. Can I call you?"
Jerry's face lit up. "Sure."
"Fine, I'll give you a call. Now I've got to run."
"Okay. I'm in the phone book," Jerry called out after her. He said something more, but Sue was around the corner before it registered. It sounded as if he had said something about dropping by from time to time, which made her heart skip a beat.
As Sue cursed the elevator up to her apartment, she thought this over with dread. If Paul were to drop by while Jerry was visiting her, the consequences could be disastrous. Jerry had an attractiveness, she had to admit. The thought that this might be only the attractiveness of forbidden fruit crossed her mind, but she shrugged it off. Jerry was a sweet, naive boy she could twist around her little finger, which was just what she wanted. Sue told herself she was hurrying to Paul because of the obscene pictures he had taken of her and the threat they held over her life. She denied to herself that the quickening of her pulse was due to excitement as she stripped and donned her short coat.
It was nearly seven by the time she reached Paul's brownstone and she took the stairs two at a time, the coat flapping wildly around her bare legs. She knew that if anyone appeared on the stairway, they would get a long and impressive view of her from the waist down.
Panting and out of breath, she arrived at Paul's door and paused, trying to control her breathing and smooth her hair into place. Hesitantly she tapped at the door.
"Come in, it's open," Paul called out from inside.
She entered to find Paul relaxing on the couch, dressed in a bathrobe.
"Shut the door and lock it," he ordered, hardly looking up from the television. "Then get out of your coat and get me a martini."
Quickly she doffed her coat and, naked except for her shoes, went over to the line-up on the bar. Hesitantly she studied the array of bottles, glasses and other utensils.
Paul sensed her ignorance. "You don't know how to make a martini, do you?"
"N-no," Sue confessed.
Paul sighed. Slowly and distinctly he gave her meticulous instructions. Finally she took a chill glass to him and stood awaiting his reaction. He sipped pensively and made a face.
"Too much vermouth," he commented, handing the drink back to her. "Try again."
"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed. On the coffee table in front of Paul was the rope he had bound her wrists with, neatly coiled, and his leather belt. The sight of them chilled her blood. She was acutely aware of the sting in her buttocks as she went to make another martini.
"That's better," Paul said after sipping the new drink. "Now go get dinner started. You'll find pork chops in the refrigerator. Pan fry them, and make up some salad with oil and vinegar dressing. You'll eat in the kitchen while I'm eating, but if I call you, you come running."
"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed quietly. She busied herself in the kitchen, glad that she was a good cook. When all was ready, she informed Paul and stepped back, waiting for his reaction. He tasted the chops and nodded approvingly. "Very good. You'll find some white wine in the refrigerator. Bring it and a wine glass, then you can eat. If I need you, I'll call you."
Sue found the wine he wanted, then hurried through her own sparse meal of left-overs scrounged from the refrigerator. She kept a fearful ear cocked for his call and jumped when it finally came. She served him his dessert and retired to the corner.
When dinner was finished, Paul requested sherry in the living room and then left her to clean off the table and wash the dishes. When she was just finishing her chores, he called her.
He eyed her carefully from head to toe, and she suddenly became aware of her lack of clothes, her nipples hardening at the realization.
"So far you've done pretty well tonight," he remarked. She felt a surge of relief. "I've decided that even an animal needs a system of rewards in addition to punishments if they're to be properly trained. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Paul," Sue replied.
"That being the case, when you do something that particularly pleases me, I'll reward you. What kind of reward would be suitable?"
"I don't know, Paul."
Paul thought for a moment. "We have to keep this in perspective, of course. Simple praise should be all that you require. However, even a jackass likes to receive a carrot once in a while. I'll have to think about this."
"Yes, Paul."
Paul set his sherry down. "Now, I'm going to take a bath. Go fill the tub."
Dutifully, Sue followed his order, testing the water temperature carefully. She had the tub half full when Paul came in and shed his robe. She found it difficult to keep her eyes off his naked body as he watched her carefully, then checked the water temperature with his hand.
"A little more hot," he directed.
When she'd gotten the temperature to his liking, he stepped into the bath, steadying himself with one hand on the top of her head as she knelt by the tub. Handing her the soap and a washcloth, he ordered her to wash him down, and warned her about missing any spots. Then he settled back in the tub and let her begin.
She found the job harder than she believed it would be as she carefully shampooed his hair, then washed his face, fighting to keep the soap out of his eyes. Carefully she rinsed the lather from his face, then moved to his massive shoulders and chest. The expanse of skin he presented was incredible, and Sue worked meticulously to avoid missing any spots. She had to lean over the tub to reach his far arm, her breasts hanging nearly in his face as she worked.
He sat up and she went to work on his broad back, again being extremely careful to avoid missing a spot. When she reached his buttocks, she hesitated.
Paul stood up. "What are you waiting for, a bus?"
"No, Paul," Sue. replied. Taking a deep breath she lathered his buttocks.
"Make sure you get between them," Paul ordered. "And use your fingers, the washrag is too rough."
She gulped and dropped the washrag. Hesitantly, she spread his buttocks and soaped between them with her fingers, making sure to reach the bottom. The action brought a lump to her throat, and she didn't know if it was disgust, fear, or excitement that made her hands shake. Finally she was done and told Paul.
When he turned around, his cock, half erect, was dangling in front of her face. "Well, don't stop now. And make sure you get behind my balls. And use your hands again."
"Yes, Paul."
"And for God's sake, be careful. I don't want to come all over your nose, so go easy on my cock."
"Yes, Paul," she agreed, gulping. Coating her hands with soap, she gently lifted his balls and worked her fingers between his legs. Her finger brushed his asshole, then worked forward. As she did so, his cock lifted quickly, hardening. The rapid reaction startled her, making her lean back to avoid having his cock poke her in the face. A gentle touch between his anus and balls was rewarded with a new upward surge from his prick.
"Careful," Paul cautioned her. "This is a bath, remember?"
"Yes, Paul." She moved on, gently fondling his balls with her soapy fingers. Then she moved to his cock, gently lathering the long, hard staff. Mindful of his warning, she moved quickly, trying to avoid stimulating the big rod any further. Finally she was done and sat back with a sigh of relief. The huge tool was as hard as iron, but she had not triggered an orgasm.
"When you're quite through admiring your handiwork, would you mind doing my legs and feet?" Paul remarked drily.
Quickly she bent to her task and lathered down the columns of his legs. He lifted his feet to the edge of the tub to permit her to thoroughly wash them, again steadying himself with a hand on the top of her head.
She finished and he settled down in the tub to rinse away the lather. At his direction she added some hot water to the tub, then stood back as he soaked. She couldn't avoid watching his cock as it slowly shrank. The sight of the rod had made her mouth water, and she tried to tell herself it was from fear and disgust, but her guts told her it was from desire. She remembered the taste of the big instrument all too well, and her mouth cried out to be filled with it again.
After half an hour of soaking, Paul arose from the tub and stepped out of it. "Dry me off," he ordered.
Quickly, Sue grabbed a towel and started on him from the head down, carefully even prying into his ears to wipe out the last traces of suds that hid there. His torso was so big she had to change to a fresh towel before she reached his waist. He demanded and received the same careful treatment of his ass and genitals in the drying that he had in the washing.
Sue quickly finished and stepped back.
"There's some powder in the cabinet," Paul directed, obviously thoroughly enjoying her careful ministrations to him. "Powder my balls and my feet."
Sue found herself enjoying her task, and tried to fight down the feeling. Gently she powdered his balls, then took first one foot, then the other and carefully worked powder in around the toes. Finishing, she stood up and replaced the powder.
Paul slipped his bathrobe on and walked out. "Drain and clean the tub," he ordered. "Then come into the living room."
As she worked washing away the remnants of Paul's bath, a task she had always hated, especially as a child, Sue felt her resentment of her treatment rekindling. She cursed her subservience to the big man. The memory of her brief interlude with Jerry Danvers tasted more sweetly to her as she recalled it. While Paul could dominate her, for the time being at least, she could exercise power over Jerry. She felt a surge of anger toward Paul and vowed to strike back at every opportunity. The angry thoughts lent strength to her arms as she polished away the last traces of the bathtub ring, then hung the towels up to dry. Finishing, she quickly checked her reflection in the mirror, brushing a wisp of hair back from her face. Her weariness was evident in her eyes, and her anger over this was directed at Paul.
"Hey, what the hell is keeping you?" Paul called out from the living room, making her jump and hurry out of the bathroom.
He turned away from the windows leading out on the tiny terrace as she entered the room. "Get me a glass of sherry."
Silently, Sue obeyed. She felt him watching her carefully, and fought down a shiver. She became abruptly aware of her nudity again as she walked toward him with the glass of wine. He took it from her and indicated she should stand where she was. His eyes brushed over her and she stiffened at attention, lifting her chin proudly. Her breasts felt warm from his gaze and her nipples hardened, making graceful peaks for the large mounds.
"You did better than I expected tonight," Paul admitted grudgingly. "You were just a little slow at times."
"I'm sorry," Sue apologized.
Paul sipped at his drink. "That is irrelevant. What matters is that it not happen again."
"It won't happen again," Sue promised. She tried to return his stare, but felt her gaze waver and finally had to drop her eyes.
"I hope not," Paul commented. "But just to make sure, I think you need a little reinforcement of your earlier lessons."
Sue understood his meaning immediately and her glance flickered to the rope and belt on the table. She looked back at him, her eyes pleading.
Paul set his glass aside and picked up the belt. He eyed her speculatively as he ran the leather strap through his fingers. Folding it double, he snapped it, producing a loud crack that made Sue jump.
"Bend over the back of that chair and grab the arms of it," Paul ordered, indicating a nearby easy chair.
She shook her head, fear tightening her throat. She could already feel the burning lashes of the strap on her buttocks. "No, please," she begged.
"Bend over the chair," Paul ordered.
Paul snapped the belt in irritation when she still hesitated. "You're only making it worse for yourself. Now, either you bend over that chair or you can get the rope."
The mention of the rope stilled Sue's pleading instantly. Eyeing the belt warily, she sidled past Paul to the indicated chair. Finally she tore her gaze from the instrument of torture and bent over the back of the chair, folding her belly over it. Reaching out, she grabbed at the arms and pulled her arms straight. Her buttocks stuck up in the air and the fabric of the chair scraped her tummy.
Biting her lip, she stared at the floor. It seemed as if he kept her in that position forever before he made his first move. The longer she waited, the greater was her fear. At the same time, she felt the slow growth of excited anticipation deep inside, tempering her terror. Unable to see what was going on behind her, her anticipation grew minute by minute. She knew he was eyeing her upraised buttocks, and she felt her passion slowly growing at the thought.
The first blow, when it finally came, caught her totally by surprise and she jerked up, involuntarily releasing her grip on the arms of the chair.
"Bend over," Paul snapped.
She quickly obeyed, her ass stinging painfully. A second blow blazed across her buttocks and she bit her lip to avoid crying out. As before, he chose a slow, steady rhythm, giving her plenty of time to anticipate the next blow. Her expectation of each stroke only increased her agony. At the same time her buttocks were being set afire by the steady lashes of the strap, Sue felt her lust growing deep in her gut.
Paul began to speak, punctuating his remarks with the steady, agonizing strokes of the belt. "You were slow." The lash burned her ass. "In the future you won't be so slow." The blow brought a cry from her this time. "You're young yet." This blow cut a new path higher on her buttocks. "So you'll learn." She was ready again and jerked when the blow hit. "Now, when I'm done," he went on, another blow cutting into her, "you're to stay down in the position you are in." The lash fell on her again.
Her bottom felt as if it were on fire. She wanted to beg him to stop, to plead with him. She was ready to promise him anything, but she clung to the shreds of her pride. The beating seemed to last forever. The fire in her ass was matched only by the burning passion building in her cunt as he steadily lashed her with the leather belt. Her muscles tensed in anticipation of each blow, jerked with the impact. Her cunt began to spasm with each stroke, and she ground her belly down on the back of the chair as her excitement increased. She felt the first juices of passion trickling from her cunt, her vagina hungering for something in it. And still the blows rained down on her.
She began to whimper with a mixture of pain and passion as the beating continued. The strokes were lighter than the previous night, and her position less strained. This only made it possible for her lust to reach greater heights with each blow.
She tensed her muscles for the next lashing, but nothing happened. Straining all her" muscles, she fought the urge to raise up and turn to Paul, to throw herself at him and carry him to the floor. In spite of the incredible agony of her buttocks, all she wanted was to impale herself on that incredible, delicious, filling cock of his. Weeping tears of frustration, she held her position folded over the back of the chair.
Suddenly where was something prying into her cunt from behind and she spread her legs, opening herself to whatever it was entering her. Her spirits rose as she felt the welcome mass being slowly driven into her vagina. Sue hung from him, head down, belly on the back of the chair, hands gripping the arms of the chair as he slowly pounded his mighty cock into her belly at an incredible angle. His driving thrusts and the stretching his huge organ gave her drove her to an abrupt climax—and still he pounded into her. As his hands played with her tender, abused buttocks, the flame he triggered with his fingers on her raw flesh only sent her roaring to another climax as he drove deeper and deeper into her.
The incredible position she found herself in only added to Sue's pleasure, raising the level of her passions still higher. Finally Paul's pelvis jammed up against her, his cock buried as far in her as was possible. He began to piston in and out of her, crashing against her, wringing grunts from her with each impact. His fingers pried between the cheeks of her ass, seeking and probing. He touched her asshole and she almost blacked out from the pleasure. As he rammed his cock into her, he pried her anus open with one finger, driving Sue insane with lust. Her orgasm wrenched a wail of joy from her this time and she twisted and strained to give him the best possible access to her most intimate parts. His balls swung up and smacked against her with each drive, shooting her still higher with every blow.
As he drilled his finger into her asshole, he quickened his pace, slamming into her harder and harder, jarring her teeth with every impact. Suddenly he rammed into her so hard the chair groaned and Sue was afraid she was going over on her head. He began to shoot off into her, his cock spouting vigorous jets of come into her vagina. As his cock jerked within her, he twisted his finger in her asshole, creating a searing combination of pleasure and pain. Her orgasm drove her mad with joy, her hips writhing and squirming against him as best they could until her exhausted muscles finally betrayed her, her feet dropping back to the floor. Totally drained, she collapsed over the back of the chair as Paul slowly withdrew his cock from her vagina, his finger from her ass. She hung there like wet laundry as he moved away. Even as she heard him washing his hands in the kitchen, she was unable to straighten up.
The sound of running water ceased and footsteps approached.
"Get up," Paul ordered. When she failed to move immediately, he grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head. Weakly, she struggled in his grasp, then managed to get to her feet. He kept his grip on her hair and stared into her face. "You really liked that, didn't you?"
Sue tried to deny his statement, but couldn't. "Yes, I did," she admitted miserably.
Paul released her. "Get me some sherry."
On legs that threatened to give out on her at any moment, Sue complied with his order. Standing was an incredible effort for her and she fought to prevent her knees from folding under her as she returned to her corner. Paul slumped on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, and sipped his sherry. As she stood withstanding his frank stare, Sue could feel his come trickling down her thighs in sticky trails. Her buttocks felt hot and tender, and her asshole ached dully. Deep inside, she was forced to admit the pounding he had given her had been a hundred times more satisfying than the few minutes of pleasure she had had with Jerry Danvers. She hated Paul, but at the same time knew he was her master. He seemed almost totally immune to her charms. Her naked body had little effect on him now, no matter how she posed. She wanted to wipe that look of satisfaction off his face, wanted to see the sight of her bring his cock up rock hard with desire. She wanted him to desire her as much as she desired him. He remained totally unmoved.
"Go home," he finally ordered.
Released from her bondage, Sue staggered out of the corner. He ignored her completely as she slipped on her coat and went out the door. Her anger with him was complete as she made her way down to the street and the urge for revenge boiled up inside her. By the time she reached her apartment, she was ready to try anything. Jerry Danvers came to her mind in an instant and she reached for the phone book.
Jerry sounded as if he had been asleep when he answered the phone. Sue paid no attention to the time. "Jerry, this is Sue Patterson."
"Yes, Sue." Jerry abruptly sounded wide awake. His attentiveness pleased her.
"I need your help. Could you possibly come over to my apartment?"
"Right now?" Jerry asked, astounded.
"Right now. I wouldn't ask you if it weren't important. I think when you get here, you'll see why."
Jerry sounded confused, but agreed. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"Make it ten," Sue replied.
"Sure, ten minutes," Jerry agreed readily, further pleasing Sue.
It was seven minutes by the clock when her downstairs buzzer sounded and she let him into the building. By the time he was at her floor, she had the door open and was beckoning him inside.
He gazed around curiously. "What's the matter, were you robbed or something?"
"No, no, nothing like that," she assured him. "Come into the living room." He followed her in and she had him sit down on the couch. He watched her curiously as she moved around the room.
For a few minutes she busied herself turning down a few of the lights and turning the radio on.
"What's up?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.
She had to prove to herself she held the same power over men she had always held. In the short time it had taken Jerry to arrive, she had slipped into a new outfit. She posed before him carefully. She was wearing a loose, short sleeved blouse and a wrap-around skirt.
"Just watch," she ordered softly, letting her body sway to the music. His eyes were riveted on her as she let her instincts move her hips and her arms in sinuous patterns. The soft light cast gleaming highlights on her auburn hair. She reached for the buttons on her blouse and Jerry started to get up, either to run or to help. "No, stay there and watch," she ordered. His instant obedience encouraged her as he settled back on the couch. She unfastened the first button, then the second. One by one she unfastened the buttons and the blouse spread open.
Finally she tugged it loose from the waistband of the skirt. When she turned, the blouse flew out, displaying her trim torso. Underneath she had put on her skimpiest bra. Boneless, unlined, the flimsy cups covered her breasts like a second skin but offered little restraint or support. As she slipped the blouse off, Jerry's eyes bugged out in astonishment.
Sue's bare feet danced across the carpet as she postured for the young man. From the rise in his pants she could tell she was getting through to him, and her pulse quickened. She felt little sexual desire herself after the treatment she had received from Paul. Jerry's reaction, however, boosted her ego and she began to feel tremors of sexual excitement building in her loins. Her fingers went to the fastening of the skirt and toyed with it. Jerry looked as if he wanted to run away, but her body was like a magnet to him. He would tear his eyes from her for a second but look back at her in an instant.
The fastening on the skirt yielded quickly, and she unwrapped it from around her waist. Instinctively she held it in front of her body, dancing behind it, teasing Jerry with what she might be wearing underneath. Finally she tossed the skirt away and posed in front of him. Her bikini panties were no more modest than her bra. They molded closely to the mound of her sex, revealing almost as much as they concealed. Jerry gulped audibly at the sight.
Sue danced faster now, her own excitement building. She tantalized him by dancing just out of reach. When he grabbed for her she danced away, shaking a finger at him. One hand went behind her back and she unfastened the bra, holding the cups in place over her breasts with her other hand. She teased him for long minutes, then pulled the top away and threw it at him. It smacked him in the face and dropped into his lap. His mouth was open with amazement and shock at the sight of her bare breasts, and her nipples hardened abruptly into tight pink cones.
"Don't you think you'd be more comfortable out of those clothes?" she asked huskily as she danced in front of him.
He scrambled to his feet and fumbled frantically. In spite of his clumsiness, he was quickly down to his underpants. His prick was as hard as a rock. A stain of moisture on his underpants where the tip of his cock pushed them out indicated his readiness. Sue danced over toward him and reached for the elastic waistband, pulling it out over the head of his cock. Quickly she stripped him of his last clothing, then fondled his cock gently.
"Now me," she whispered anxiously, her eyes riveted on his prick as she toyed with it. He reached for the bikini and wrestled it down her legs. She released his cock as he knelt to strip her. Kicking her panties away, she gripped his hair. His face was even with her cunt and she guided his face into her, spreading her legs. He buried his face in her crotch; instinctively his tongue licked out into her cunt, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
For long minutes he sucked and chewed at her sex, his face buried in her cunt. He licked along the lips of her pussy, driving her insane with lust, triggering virtual gushes of juices from her vagina. Finally she couldn't take it any longer and lifted him to his feet, pulling him up by his ears. Holding his head between her hands, she kissed him, licking her juices from his lips and thrusting her tongue in his mouth.
Then she took him by the cock and led him over to an armless dining chair and sat him down on it. Holding his cock in her hands, she straddled him. His eyes were locked on her cunt as she moved over his cock, then bent her legs slowly, guiding his prick up to the entrance of her well-lubricated vagina. She dropped onto him abruptly, jamming the full length of his cock up into her with one thrust. He jammed his hips up against her in response. She guided his hands to cup her tender but touchable ass, then began to bounce up and down on him. Faster and faster she pounded up and down, rolling and twisting her hips as he squeezed her buttocks. The burning his hands triggered there only added to her excitement until she felt him driving his hips upward harder and harder, finally lifting her off the floor. His cock began to spout come upward into her vagina, and Sue climaxed in a kaleidoscope of pleasure. Slowly her passion declined and she slumped down on Jerry, exhausted.
Finally she climbed off him and helped him up.
"If you want to you can stay here tonight."
"Gee, thanks," Jerry answered, his face lighting up with hope.
"But don't expect anything more from me," she warned. "And you'll have to leave at six."
"That's all right." Almost worshipfully he followed her into the bedroom. Sue felt like a mother as he cuddled against her in the narrow bed. Sleep overwhelmed her abruptly.