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the yellow hot dog
stand. She stood by the table and waited for him to sit first and
when he sat facing the door, she took the chair across from him.
They folded their sunglasses on the red table. He placed his car
key, neatly, next to them.
    His light brown eyes were almost hazel. They were
warm—usually—she was sure, but not now as they glided between the
woman he was meeting and a man with her.
    "It's nice to finally see you," Shaye said. "I've
been looking forward to it since you arranged the meet, and I'm
sorry I was late. Work got in the way."
    "Are either of you hungry? Do you want something to
drink?"
    "No thank you."
    "All right, SS35, let’s get straight to it. You are
not thirty five years old."
    Oh no! She forgot she lied about her age. In the
beginning, when they opened the first chat she wanted to please him
so badly, get him to talk with her and when he asked about her age,
she lied. "I'm twenty four."
    He took a minute, or maybe just few seconds, but to
her the wait felt like an entire summer.
    "I wanted a woman in her thirties."
    Ashamed, she hung her head.
    He snapped his fingers. "Up here."
    Eyes up, she said the only thing she could say. "I'm
sorry."
    "That's it?"
    "Out of over two hundred subs in the chat room, you
private messaged me and I was excited and well, honored. I mean, I
was just there to post pictures and didn't get my hopes up. When I
saw your message, I couldn't…I didn't want our age difference to be
in the way, and so I lied."
    Under the table, Dallas kicked her foot. Under Sir
Robert's gaze, she shrunk. He was gonna bail. She'd have bailed
too. Lifestyle stripped to the bones, removed of the different ways
people engaged with each other, was left with consent and trust. It
was that simple. Everything else was to each its own. She broke the
carnal rule from the start. Would he find it in him to forgive?
Maybe give her a second chance?
    She didn't think he would. The pile of problems his
previous subs laid at his feet metered his tolerance for bullshit.
He was a long time Dominant who saw right through her. She didn't
hide anything. At least not anymore. Tears blurred her vision, and
she placed her sunglasses over her face.
    "Honest liar," he said and didn't reprimand her for
covering up her shame. "I didn't realize you were bringing a
friend. He's a friend correct?"
    "My fault," Dallas said. "I crashed the party and
hitched a highway ride."
    Sir R's eyebrows drew down. "You were
hitchhiking?"
    "Yep." Dallas chewed his gum.
    "It's illegal to solicit services."
    "Hitchhiking is legal."
    "Solicit services by the side of the road."
    "What, you a cop?"
    Sir R tilted his head then swung his brown eyes her
way. Avoidance wouldn't help and she'd already lied enough. She
cleared her throat. "I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure if
you'd meet me with a friend."
    "So, let me get this straight." He leaned forward
and placed the weight of his upper body on his forearms. He
interlocked his fingers while his jaw flexed and his eyes narrowed.
"I meet a cute little pup who is a mature woman and wants the same
things I want—"
    "I didn't lie about anything else I swear. I need
all things."
    "I wasn't finished," he said, firm and also,
annoyed.
    Her shoulders slumped.
    "As I was saying, I find a pup out of all the other
available submissives, and I'm thinking she's worth the risk of
meeting in private. Maybe I'll get to keep her because let me tell
you what it looks like from my perspective. I've been around long
enough to know wasting my time in chat rooms is futile unless I got
something good going. It was good wasn't it?"
    The huge rock in her throat blocked her words, so
she nodded.
    He leaned back and looked out the window for a
second then placed his hands flat on the table. "It was nice
meeting you. Hope you find what you're looking for."
    Shaye didn't see him leave. Not really. Her eyes
filled with tears. She didn't imagine their meet would end at the
table. They were supposed to do the dirty,