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for it, even if it was an unsuccessful break. She felt tears prick her eyes just as he returned all too soon.
    He squatted down next to her but still kept his head above hers, looming over her, “Francine, you can’t go home right now.” he tried to gently explain, in a formal authoritative voice. More than anything that voice scared her. it was a voice that seemed so sure of success, it was accompanied by a level gaze with dark mahogany eyes. It was the kind of voice that communicated that there was a race that he had already won and that he was simply waiting for her to catch up. He seemed so sure that she would see things his way, that he already had the answers, saw the whole picture, he only had to find the right way to communicate the situation to her. Never had she seen someone exude such a strong steely will, or be so sure of themselves.
    In another situation, she realized it would be comforting. But the situation she was in, it put her at ease and terrified her at the same time. “That “cop” that pulled you over,” he continued in that same patient tone, “he was dirty, but he was a real cop. If he sees your name come up again in the system too soon he’ll know something is up and he’ll come after both of us.”
    “No, you're lying!” She responded still shivering but forcing the words out as steady as she could. She heard herself shouting and tried to collect herself, to match his calm demeanor, but it was hard considering her grim circumstance. “I know what you did, you paid for me! Like a common whore!” Her voice cracked on the last, tears threatening again as she realized what her role was here, and what would do anything to avoid.” The truth of her accusation hit home and was reflected in his dark eyes, she knows she struck a chord with him and worse yet she realized he’s thought about it. Sex with her.
    There must be some mistake, either that or he’s a real pervert. No ne like him had ever wanted someone like her - not ever. She would have understood immediately if he was old and squat and disgusting, but he was none of those things, so something else must be going on here, something she just couldn’t figure out. She didn’t want to think yet why he hadn’t taken her yet and worse yet what would happen after he was finally through with her. Her accusation still hung in the air between them and suddenly she realized - he didn't look proud of what he’d done. He looked resigned, crestfallen, not gleeful with victory at all - and for the first time, it amazed her, made her feel the teeniest bit bad... she quickly suppressed the feeling and continued to plow away.
    “You just want a - a submissive in your bed, that’s what they said you’d want a “ submissive”. That’s why I’m here.”
    “Is it Francine? Is that why you’re here? Have you ever had submissive sex?” She clammed up. “Have you ever been curious about submissive sex?” He saw a flash come across her eyes, they wanted to reveal something, a part of her soul, and then crack! She’d slapped him across the face. She had a mean right arm too his Francine, well played. He couldn’t remember when he'd felt such a sting across the jaw.
    Okay, the discussion was over. He looked at her, his eyes glazed over for a moment before he regained control. She was fiery and defiant, beautiful in her anger. She was allowed to loose it, but he wouldn't. The thought calmed him as he watched her, touched by her struggle. The fact is he does enjoy a submissive woman in his bed, and if circumstances were different he’d be doing everything in his power to launch an all out seduction. What she’s said was the truth, but not the truth. It’s was lie, but with the truth, shit, did he even know what the truth was anymore? He does like his women submissive, but not broken. Even before his dreaded experience with The Organization he knew the difference. Thinking of The Organization and all that was at stake he collected himself