Chapter 4

She was struck dumb by this short succession of events:

Him entering the house unbidden, not knocking; his comment about 'Mrs Tits and Ass 2010'; her realization about what she was wearing, and his final statement about where she was supposed to be. It all overwhelmed her. And then Emily did one of the most significant things of her entire life:

She slowly went to her knees. It was the simplest kind of gesture but in fact then and there it was life altering for Emily. As she made the movement downward, it was as if she shed from her mental baggage piles and categories of nearly obsessive things.

In that moment of movement she left behind 'her little friend', literally out grew the faithful machine that had brought a semblance of fulfillment into her life int these past passionate days. It was strange but 'her little friend' was now nothing more than the vibrator in the drawer by the bed for Emily.

And this was not an unconscious thing, like so many of the issues and movements in Emily's life had been. This was right there present to her mental eye and her understanding.

She didn't need the vibrator any more.

She wouldn't obsess about the vibrator anymore.

She didn't think that she'd use the vibrator any more, or really need to use the vibrator anymore.

And the thought flashed across her mind that she was instantaneously at the point where the Dickmann's had already grabbed her and stripped her to her pastel panties and tied her to the tree.

Only now she could foresee going beyond that point with those Dickmanns.

She giggled lightly as she made the pun:

"Now I will need to suck the Dickmann's dicks!"

She broke from this reverie to realize that Josh was staring at her and speaking:

"What's so funny, Mrs G?" he asked. And then:

"Share it with me."

"Oh, it's a story!" she said, trying to push it off into her head.

"Tell me!" he said in a deadly kind of tone that she knew would allow her no possibility of not complying.

"It's like this," she began to say to him."When I was a little girl there was a cemetery near my house where I used to play. A pair of boys, a little older than I was, named Dickmann, would play also. They wanted to play rough games, and we did, but I was always the captive. I was captured by indians, or pirates, or gang members."

"Lovely story," he said with a tight smile, telling her to go on.

"Sorry, it's involved," she returned.

"No, I want to hear what is making you giggle in this situation," he answered.

"Well, a part of everyone of those possible games was the need for them to strip their captive."

"Very inventive of them," Josh said smiling.

And she knew he was playing with her now but she didn't care; she simply thought that playing with her with mental games was only one of his rights over her.

"Yes, it was," she began again. "They always tied me to a tree wearing just my panties."

"Panties only?" he said his smile half mocking her.

"Panties only!" she assured him. Then she went on:

"The panties were always pretty pastels. But you see the Dickmann's never knew enough to do anything more, and the whole scene has always been a source of frustration for me."

"I see," he murmured softly to that.

"And I was thinking, you see, ... uh ... thinking, while I did what ... I ... uh needed to ... uh..." she struggled now with her next declaration.

"Are you nervous, Mrs G?" he asked. "Do I make you nervous?"

"Yes,..." she hesitated then and knew in an instant why she was hesitating.

Then she plunged on:

"While I was complying with what you said to me, while I was sinking to my knees, you see, the thought occurred to me, and it seemed funny, I mean the way that I thought of it, you see..."

"Yes, go on," he said interested now in earnest.

"The thought occurred to me that right now I was going beyond, way beyond even those Dickmanns and simply being tied to a tree by them."

She hesitated to take a deep breath and then continued:

"But what made me ... what struck me as funny was that I was probably, at least mentally or symbolically somehow going to suck the Dickmanns' dicks! It's why I giggled."

"Very nice, Mrs G," he said, "And probably very prophetic too, don't you think? Don't you, Mrs G?"

She hesitated and his voice got hard with her:

"LIsten to me, Emily, this is a basic rule that will not ever be transgressed, so get it straight:

You will always, always answer me and answer me fully! Do you completely understand, Emily?"

She realized it was a dangerous area, since he was using her first name and she complied and showed her understanding immediately:

"Yes, Josh, I completely understand that I will always answer you and always answer you fully."

"Good girl, Mrs G," he said content. "So, answer my question, please."

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, will you repeat it please?"

She kept struggling with her speech, with talking to him and she was scrambling to try to discover what was wrong with what she was saying and the way she was saying it but it was eluding her.

"My, my Emily, you are upset here, aren't you?" he said a sneer of victory in his voice.

"Yes, Josh, I am upset here."

"Well, what I asked was: wasn't that giggle about sucking the Dickmanns' dicks kind of prophetic?" he said with exaggerated patience.

"Yes," she said, and almost slipped into 'sir' with the statement and was struck by that immediately. She buried that thought a second and completed her answer:

"it was kind of prophetic, me thinking of sucking the Dickmanns' dicks."

And then, retrieving her thought about the 'sir' she knew her problem, her speech problem but it was a problem for her that underscored all of what was going on just then. It was using proper address for him.

"And why was it probably prophetic, Mrs G?" he asked, standing above her, glaring down at her, lust and a sense of the conqueror in his eyes, but strangely a sense that, though she saw it, did not bother or scare her.

She answered then and knew that this was the main answer; this was the very heart of the matter for her. This was the reason why 'her little friend' had indeed become only the vibrator in the drawer, and the reason why the Dickmanns were also now old news.

For Emily Gallagher then and there, this was it:

"It was probably prophetic to talk about sucking the Dickmanns' dicks because,..."

Here she hesitated not from lack of understanding or any kind of resistance to the ideas that were coursing through her brain but because a kind of shiver of excitement ran through her very being at that moment, and showed itself as a visible shiver.

Emily moaned involuntarily and finished the sentence, that sentence that he'd been waiting for, betting on, counting on:

"Because, yes, sir ... Master ... Josh this is where I belong kneeling at your feet!"

And right then the world changed again but this time for Josh Evans. He knew instantaneously that he'd won here.

It flashed through his mind and made him glow from the inside out. He'd been aware all along of the risk that he was taking, although he'd really calculated the risk to be a fairly minimal one.

"At most," he thought to himself, "It'll make her mad and I'll lose the job and have no more contact with her."

But if he won, if he won, was the constant companion of his thoughts, and plans and actions. If he won, there was all of Emily Gallagher to consider.

For a time period he'd been an Emily Gallagher observer. He knew that she had a good relationship with her sister, who she called "Sam", Samantha he assumed. But he also knew that she didn't date, didn't have men over. That was one of the things that sparked his interest at the very beginning.

And when he considered her; when he considered Emily Gallagher he couldn't understand why the world was passing her by.

"She was," he'd said to himself,, to use the old phrase, "'stacked' or better yet, 'built like a brick shithouse'!"