I won’t take no for an answer, Miss Anderson.” “How long will you be in the Bay, Mr. Blackthorn?” I asked, hopefully, wanting to know more about him. “I’m leaving in the morning, Miss Anderson.” He answered, “I’m returning to Pittsford and back to my office. I’m interviewing for a personal assistant, slash secretary. The job pays well, and she must be willing to travel at a moment’s notice. And I will be interviewing three prospective candidates over the next few days.” “Yes, please, Mr. Blackthorn,” I said, accepting his offer, “and call me Sandy. I’d very much like you to escort me there.” “I will, Sandy, and you must call me Aaron.” I learned the origins of many biblical names in Sunday school. In Hebrew, Aaron means “Mountain of Strength,” and I thought, ‘Aaron’s name certainly seems to fit him. I wonder if he’s seeing anyone.’ Aaron left for a moment, Hardcore and he returned wearing sneakers. He took my arm, in his, and we leisurely asian walked to James St., making small talk. I did most of the small talking, primarily asking him questions. I learned he is a consultant, financial counselor, and a negotiator. He oversees a network of people, an organization he calls the Circle. The Circle has diverse investments, financial interests, and prime real estate throughout the Country. I also learned the personal assistant position required bachelors or better, and the pay and benefits are more than generous; four times than I was making, not japanese counting the perks of travel. It was the perfect job if I could convince him to hire me, and who knows what might happen from there. I was thinking, ‘For that kind of money, I can pay off my loans in no time. I’ll have to update my resume and fast, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s eye candy.’ Aaron is a handsome man, with a hard, trim body and the ropey, steel corded muscles of a mixed martial arts fighter. His brown eyes can be calming, and kind; or amateur hard and resolute, or worst case, dangerously terrifying. He was 30 years old when we met. My love has dark brown hair that he keeps cut short and neat, and he is clean shaved. He was wearing faded cut-off blue jeans that night and an honest white cotton tee shirt. That is how my Daddy describes good men, “He wears an honest white cotton tee-shirt,” in other words, he is down to earth. It is difficult to explain the deep emotion I felt for Aaron that night, a total stranger. They were warm and overwhelming. In my heart, I felt very safe with him, and coming here on vacation was one of the best decisions I’d made to date. We sat on the porch and quietly talked for a while, and I can’t remember how long. Finally, he stood up to leave. At that moment, I trusted him as if I’d known him all my life. As we stood on the porch of bed and breakfast, I hugged him and thanked him again. “Well, I suppose this is teen goodbye, Sandy.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out his business card, and said, “If anything comes up, if you should need me, this is the best number and address to reach me.” He then took both my hands and kissed them, wishing me a good night. That night, I made up my mind to apply for the job. I couldn’t get Aaron out of my mind. He was in my dreams that night. They were varied and pleasant, some erotic. Barb was right there softly running her fingers up the back of his thigh. I want them to know that I'm still Josh's slave; I'm just as aroused now as when Susan had me programmed. We live at 127 Gallatin Dr. There was a great shouting, then a loud thud from inside. "Remember what I told you, just this afternoon. “Finished school early today?” the first old man asked. “Oh, Daddy,” I whimpered, fighting against this wonderful delight. 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