Slow? Oh. Now I get it.

Reading through her fantasies you get a quick picture of her interests. She’s always wanted to go very slow, too slow sometimes.

And now you understood a little bit better why. “Go home, and clean up. Did you pee your pants?” She had hardened her face at his first instructions before looking down and confirming what he’d said. She had peed her panties a little. But how did he know?

“Now. And call Katie and ask her to dinner tonight. We’ll have a lot to catch up on.” She started to protest, unsure what was happening. “For starters, you can start referring to me as sir.”

“Now wait a minute.” She lowered her voice. “I’m sorry for peeing my pants and asking about your prayers, but this is taking it...” her words trailed off as she closed her hands in prayer.

You looked down at the open book. He wanted some compliance, but have her keep her spunk.

A thought came to your mind...