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matter of factly.
    Mary Anne’s lips twisted into a grin.  “I thought it was because you’re so hard.  I mean, that’s why I would call you Steel.”
    He grinned back at her and requested, “Call me Stavros.  Just once.  I haven’t heard my real name in so long.”
    “Okay.  Stavros,” she repeated sweetly.  “Now you better be on your way because I have a winery to run.”
    “Will I see you again?” He asked, feeling like a desperate school boy.
    “I think we both know the answer to that,” Mary Anne said gravely.
    “Right.  What was I thinking?” Steel asked bitterly, smacking his hand against his head.  “Why would a classy lady like you want to be with a loser like me?”
    “I guess you misunderstood me.  You will see me again.  When I let you,” she said with deliberate authority.
    “What do you mean?” He asked, furrowing his brow.
    “I mean just be patient,” she said, striding over to him and placing a hand on his crotch.  “I’ll need this again.  Probably very soon.  Come back next week and meet me outside in the vineyard.  We’ll get tangled up in the grape vines.”
    Her promise was seductive torture to Steel but he didn’t argue.  He couldn’t risk that she would change her mind.  “Next week at this time?” He asked anxiously.
    Mary Anne nodded, grinning as she felt his cock pulsate under her hand.  It would be a long week for them both, but the tension would be exquisite to break.  “Go od night, Stavros.”
    Confidently, she strolled to the door and unlocked it, indicating for him to leave.  Pressing a spontaneous, lingering kiss to her lips, he gathered her back into his arms.  She coolly returned the kiss and ended it abruptly as he glared at her through eyes that seethed with reinvigorated desire.  Impudently, Mary Anne grinned, giving him a gentle shove out the door and locking it firmly behind her.

Crushed Grapes
    Every night of the week that followed, Steel’s rage was like a squall decimating a rowboat in the middle of the ocean.  Being away from Mary Anne was torture and made him feel like he was imprisoned all over again.  Sure, he could find a substitute for Mary Anne and roll around for a few hours with her, but there was only one woman he craved.  No other woman would be able to satisfy him after he had been dominated by Mary Anne.  She could humiliate him as much as she wanted.  Spank him.  Withhold her ample charms from him.  The prize of possessing her was more than worth it in the end.
    Pacing his motel room, Steel glanced at his cracked plastic watch.  It was approximately the time he had met Mary Anne last week.  His heart began to thud as he imagined how it would feel to taste her again.  All week, he had been dying to sample those exquisite, ripe breasts and titillate her briny clit until she cried out for mercy.  His cock shot up in the air and strained against his pants as he charged down the stairs and out onto the street.  Scrambling for bus fare in his torn pockets, he boarded a red and tan bound for Mary Anne’s elite part of town.
    Nervously, he wondered whether Mary Anne had been bluffing with him last week.  Maybe she had no intention of letting him have her again.  Maybe it was all a trick.  Slamming his hand on the armrest, he cursed himself for being so suspicious.  A decade away from the outside world had taught him to trust no one.  Especially not curvy, bossy temptresses like Mary Anne.  He had received a few letters and racy photos in prison from young ladies who lifted his spirits…among other things.  But it hadn’t taken him long to realize that these women were nothing but teases, writing to men in prison to appease their own egos.
    Steel eagerly clamored off the bus as it jerked to a halt.  Beads of sweat clustered on his face as he turned his quick stride into a jog.  He needed to get to Mary Anne’s vineyard before he completel y lost his mind wondering if her invitation was nothing more