Sundays was still our best time where we would enjoy breakfast in bed, make love then have a leisurely bath together. This would be followed by her gi...ing me a nice oil massage, then decide what we wanted to do for the afternoon. I had expressed an interest in learning to drive her car, so at first she would take it out of the city then let me take over the wheel. We would enjoy our excursions into the hills; we would stop when I felt like it for a snack or a drink as some picturesque pub, and. "I nodded my understanding, "By what name should I call you?" Your first mistake," she said. "If a name is not given, it is the Master who decides, and the responsibility of the slave to remember and respond. How would you call me, my Master?" Are there guidelines or restrictions on the name a Master may give?" A reasonable question," she commended me, bowing her head respectfully to me. "Social considerations only; as the Master, you must weigh where and how the name may be used. If I were. For once I stood up for Craig, taking all the blame for my two demerits. Dale warned me that if I got one more demerit that I would be confined to quarters and wouldn't get to go to our school's first football game on Friday afternoon. "Shape up," he ordered and all my roommates chimed in with similar demands. I don't think they cared if I missed the game. They were only interested in our room's academic score, which would suffer if my grades didn't improve. I received another warning from Mr.. What was that for?Elena: That is how a normal kiss is meant to be done. Now tell me. What has been going on between you two? And don’t lie to me, because I’ll be able to tell. Well?Amy: I don’t want to talk about this right now, ok? You’re really making me feel uncomfortable. And you shouldn’t kiss me like that again either. That’s not normal.Elena: Don’t be silly, that was just a peck! Besides, you French-kissed you, Dad. That was not normal!Amy: Oh, Elena, stop saying that!Elena: Ok, ok..