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the naughty, the filthy,
and they were supposed to get to know each other while at it. She
stared, thoughts wiped blank, at his empty chair while the tears
finally poured over and slid down her face. Well-earned tears.
Desperation for a Dominant, for a man to share her kinks with,
wasn't an excuse to lie. Some girls learned the hard way, and she
was one of them.
    "He's pounding that pavement outside," Dallas said
and brought her back to the background noise of the spinning fans
above them.
    "He's at the car. Door handle jerking. Ups, forgot
to unlock."
    A car alarm blared through the station.
    "Hands in his pocket. Wait, wait, wait."
    Shaye looked outside. He was padding his shorts,
searching for keys. A dark, muscled hand extended before her face
and pressed the button on the car key. Alarms silenced, car lights
blinked off.
    "He's so mad, he forgot his stuff," Shaye said.
    "Nope, I swiped his fucking sunglasses and keys.
What an asshole."
    She turned to face Dallas. "He's gonna…he's
gonna…"
    "It's a sign Shaye, you deserve this."
    "I lied."
    "I don't care." Dallas wore Sir R's sunglasses and
leaned back in the chair. "Here comes caveman."
    She stood, yanked the sunglasses off Dallas's face,
and grabbed the keys. Dallas laughed his ass off. Cafeteria
doorbells, like huge wedding ones, pierced the hollow room. When
Sir Robert stood at the table with his hands on his hips, she
thrust his things to him, her eyes wide. She placed her fists in
the pockets of her scrubs and tried to think of something polite to
say. But, she didn't get a chance.
    "Oh!" He tackled her, and threw her over his
shoulder. "Oh my God," whooshed out with the air from her lungs.
She couldn't believe he was doing this, didn't think this kind of
handling would ever happen to her.
    Head bobbing to the rhythm of his long strides, she
hung onto his back pockets for dear life. A young man wearing a
yellow hat and a red uniform rushed out of the back room. "Whoa,
duuuude! What the hell you doin'?" He picked up the phone.
    "It's okay! Don't call!" Shaye said as Sir Robert
pushed open the door. "He's my…my—"
    "Daddy," Dallas supplied.

 
     
     
THREE

     
     
    Sir R led them down the steep climb over the rocks
and under the rich green trees. For the first time today she was
glad she stayed in the scrubs. Behind her, Dallas cursed as the
desert's shrubs nicked and pierced his uncovered skin. Shaye fought
the branches with her hands, and hurried behind Sir R. In one hand
he carried her large purple duffle with a small tent, some spare
clothes, and barbecue utensils she'd packed and left in her trunk
before leaving home. In the other, he shouldered a bag of charcoal.
"I can take the bag," she said.
    "It's heavy, don't want you falling on your
face."
    "I eat spinach."
    He propped the charcoal bag and turned. "Excuse
me."
    She pointed to her bicep. "Iron."
    He blinked.
    "Popeye?"
    Sir stood there, face blank. Dallas rounded the two.
"She thinks she's funny. Just laugh, it's for the best."
    Sir threw the duffle then the bag on the ground and
hopped three feet down to the gravel-like terrain. He offered her
his hand. When all three of them stood grounded, he didn't let go
of her hand and swiped his thumb against her palm. She squeezed,
acknowledging his affection.
    "Wow, nice set up boss," Dallas said. "I've been
farther down a few times, but this place is hidden. Diggin' it." He
walked to the river, his shudders rolled along with his exaggerated
swagger.
    Shaye looked around. The camping lot Sir R picked
out was beautiful with the way trees surrounded the small open
space to the moving river. Tall, thick leaved branches hovered
above the edges of the space and over his large tent, providing
natural shade. The campground was like a forest cave. At the edge,
instead of a steep fall, the refreshing river greeted them.
    Before they arrived, Sir R had cleaned up the space,
put up a tent, started a hole for the fire, and placed a plastic
white table for four on the