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Blinded by the Light

... him straight in the eye, not hesitating for a second with her response, she said almost tearfully . . . almost, “I got a settlement from The Roman Catholic Archdiocese of New York.” She didn’t have to say more. In an instant, 100s of questions were answered. From that tidbit of information he could piece together why she seemed to so blasé about causing a relative stranger such intense pain. Bob wasn’t Catholic, he wasn’t even religious so he didn’t feel any particular guilt or connection to her situation but he imagined that whatever was done to her to earn her such a huge settlement was something that created this beautiful monster before him to his great benefit. She picked up her bag and pulled out her cell phone. She placed a call and covered it with her hand while mouthing the words, “I’m sure we’ll see one another again,” and she walked out, leaving Bob to pay the bill. Every second of every day, Bob fantasized about the mysterious Ms. Maxwell. There wasn’t a waking moment when he wasn’t obsessed with thoughts about her. Every time the door to the bank opened, he looked to see if it was her. He would have to jerk off at work, unable to concentrate or be productive, because he was in a constant state of arousal. He would go home and spend hours and hours just edging, keeping himself constantly aroused, fantasizing about Mistress Elaine beating the crap out of him, leaving him a bloody, broken mess, exacting revenge for the pain inflicted on her, taking it out on his ...

... useless body, transforming his mind, owning his spirit. He knew she would be back. He knew it because she had to know how much control she had over him and he knew she was the sort of women that would take advantage of that. He waited as patiently as he could but was on constant edge, anxious to see her again. It was approximately two weeks after their night out that he saw her again. She walked in the bank, looking as stunning and intimidating as ever, and walked up to his desk. He was with another customer at the time and his co-worker Elizabeth was trying her best to get Elaine to come to her desk to see if she assist her in any way. Bob had never been so curt with a customer in his life. He refunded their overdrawn fee and offered them a lollipop as he made sure to escort them out as quickly as possible. By the time he returned, Elaine was seated at his desk and seductively sucking on a blue raspberry flavored lollipop. “Yes, Ms. Maxwell, how can I help you today?” He wanted to drop to his knees and kiss her feet but he knew better. “I need a mortgage,” she said, “Fifteen-year I’m thinking. I found the most glorious house and I can’t let it get away.” Normally, Bob didn’t handle mortgage products but he was not going to let her leave his desk. He stalled. He asked her all sorts of questions about the house, how many bedrooms, when it was built, if she had it inspected, anything he could think of before he had to come clean and acknowledge that he had to send her to someone ...