CRICKET “RICKI’ DANVERS

I shook with feverish intensity the closer I got to his door. His words that afternoon had jolted me but I was over the shock and now all I wanted was his hands on my body. Touching me. Cursing me.

The dress I wore was simple enough not to arouse suspicion but what was hidden underneath could easily make any man mental. My heart raced with mad intensity as I reached the door. I remembered what he had said and knocked twice and then waited.

The door opened and I rushed in from fear of getting caught. He was dressed in a red garment that made him...