The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon... written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. “What is this, Betts?”“It’s a collar. I want to wear it for you.”“Are you suggesting that you want to be my submissive? You want me to be your Dom?”“Yes, sir,” she said clearly.“Have you thought about this, baby?”“I’ve thought of little else since we were in Rome when you spanked me and fucked me until I passed out. I can’t be your pet all day, every day, but I can be when we’re alone. It’s what I want, Tommy.”“Look at me,” he commanded.Elizabeth looked up to see her husband standing above her,. Gaby glanced at the clock in her cab which indicated 1121pm. She was pleased that this was the last run of the night. And with only 2 more stops until she returned to the depot she was looking forward to her two day break from work. The thought of the hot bath back to her house and since she was off work, a nice cold glass of wine made her smile. She was thinking of what she might want to do on her day off as she drove past an empty bus-stop. One down and one to go, she smiled. Gaby was. "A pale green light on the door frame flashed briefly, shining through the otherwise unmarked plastic sheath on the frame. The door slid sideways into the frame and Pan gave a sweeping gesture, ushering her through into the room.Her room was more spacious than she would have supposed. It was more of a suite than a dorm room. The door opened on to a sitting area furnished with a pair of comfortable chairs, a settee and an entertainment center. To the left was a small kitchenette and to the rear,.