Only the damned rejected communion. SCENE 8: University Days ApartmentThe warm bath water was intensely pleasurable, the feel of two bodiesintertwined... soaking the week's demands away. Dinner over, and kitchencleaned, I was kneading Carolyn's right foot while she giggled.Ticklish but wanting the massage, like a moth to a flame.Her hairnet was purple; covering her tightly set red hair.She tenderly touched my right arm at the elbow. The cigarette burn scarhad been removed by the broken shards of. Her eager tongue went to work though she shuddered slightly at the taste of his precum. As if reading her mind he smiled. ‘Some things you will enjoy, slave. And some things you won’t. In fact, I can make you enjoy some things…or stop you enjoying them. I have complete control over you. Is that understood?’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Her docile,submissive and eager tone shocked an ever receding and distant part of herself. A part probably best termed resistance. Looking into her mesmerised eyes he followed. She didn’t feel inclined to move. A voice in her head told her she was obediently staying still, and that was a good thing. It tingled in her sex. Soft music played in the background. ‘Good morning, sleepy head,’ said Ginger as she came in. Morning? What day is it? Bailey thought. ‘I see that you’re doing well, waking up when told and not struggling anymore.’ She placed a few things on the floor at the base of the bed. ‘Are you ready for your next lesson?’ She gestured at Bailey’s stiff. I am nearing the Trading Post where I will trade my furs for my possibles which includes Bacon and coffee. Next on the list will be powder and ball for my long rifle. Then and only then a shot of whiskey... well maybe two. Of course maybe a woman … If one is available.I have 2 pack mules loaded with beaver and other furs. Other trappers have told me that the price of beaver has gone down. The Rendezvous is set for next month, folks are saying this will be the last one,“Humph I just may not.