Dom Wars - Round Four
“"I'm not supposed to ask." I looked around at the nice neighborhood we drove through, trying to judge what my first assignment might be. If it was the same as Tara, we were going in reverse, which meant something in my recent past. The "lifestyle" made the possibilities horrifically endless.
Would it be one of the subs that I'd broken off with? Visions of a woman running and throwing her arms around me in ecstatic excitement of my surprise visit made me nauseous. Tara couldn't handle that.
"Well, whatever it is, you got this." She patted my hand in her lap. She sat next to me, which said she'd gotten over that last secret test. But the monstrous scenarios evolving in my mind between those texts and demon domination assignments, had my muscles taut with dread. Which Tara sensed and often misread as me not wanting to be affectionate with her. It was just hard when keeping my shit together required every muscle.
"Nice neighborhood." Tara smiled like that was a good sign.
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