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Chapter One

I cross Park Avenue at a full run and head down Stout where it intersects with Broadway My breathing is not even heavy It’s difficult to get a decent run in this flat city without the Coors Field steps to challengeto the Denver skyline This pre-dawn run is the only peace I’ll get today, so I ht as well try and enjoy what’s left of it I pick upfor the endorphin rush, but there’s just not enough distance Not enough incline Not enough time

I slow as I cross the street and then walk up to the doorratitude for the Christnore his thank yous and get in the elevator, then key in the code to the penthouse so the doors will close

I count the floors as they ding Too many But it allows ainst the condo The doors open right into my space, but it’s not the actual condo It’s a hallway that has a petand naked pet on top of it--a closet, and a poinsettia plant that someone who is not me, put there

Most likely it washt I have no idea why she bothers I never go I haven’t gone to church since I graduated high school As a Jesuit student I was required to attend e I made in my adult life No ht years, so the fact that ht mass with her every Christ

I shake it off because she does her best, I guess I’e disappoint out of

"Stay here, pet I’ll be back later"

The girl on the pet , which is mandatory I do not want to hear the, s punishments--all that is fine But if they talk, they are asked to leave

I enter the condo and take it in It never did feel like ho I feel a connection to is the view outside The furniture is white with black accents, the walls are a light gray that looks a little too pink fors visible from the front door as you walk in The penthouse terrace faces west so I have an unobstructed view of the mountains

I close the door and walk quickly to the shoash off, and then pull on a pair of jeans and make my way back to the kitchen I press the button on theI take it, and a bowl of cut strawberries, over to the dining table and swipe er across the tablet so I can read the Wall Street Journal after I finish with the pet

I walk back over to the door, open it, and then bend down and whisper in the pet’s ear "Count to ten, come in, shut the door behind you, and then crawl to the table" I walk back over to the table and take h the door, closes it softly behind her, then drops to her knees and crawls across the hard stone tiles

She never once looks at s down and brushes against the floor as she crawls When she reaches h She rests her cheek on , legs open, head straight, hands on her thighs My pat is a co She’s been here about two dozen times I have no idea what her nae--where she lives, what she does, what this means to her, or why she does it

And I could care less about any of that personal stuff My assistant in LA sets the pets up for e about the particulars, beyond fking them, of course Occasionally I take one out to eat or to a function that requires a date, but not often I prefer to do alry?"

She nods

I pick up a small piece of cut strawberry from the bowl in the center of the table "Open"

She lifts her head slightly and opens her ue and she closes her et a drop of juice

I like that I’irl is a fair submissive She made a few minor mistakes when she first came, but over the past couple months she’s learned fast She takes the punishments, she likes it in the ass, and she coh, anyway

She’s about as far away from my type there is Because my type is Rook Dark hair, dark eyes--IMuch too beautiful to dismiss as a fault

But the pets are never dark The pets are always light Blonde or red It’s a requireain and I detect a s on her lips as I pluck another strawberry piece froue She moans this time and I wonder how real that is Does she enjoy this?

"Stand up," I coers between her legs She’s very wet "Good girl," I tell her in a low voice Her skin prickles, like I just gave her the chills I open ers inside her This ain