..THAT got her attention. Her hand was around his throat, cutting off his air supply. "What did I tell you to call me?!" "M... Mistress. No Laura, jus... Mistress." her slave choked out. "You're... ch...choking me, M...Mistress." Good boy." Laura said as she stopped choking him. She ran her hand through his filthy hair. "I don't call you Jan, do I?" "No." Jan said, shaking his head slowly."Good slave." she said with a smirk. "Now, turn around please." "As you wish, Mistress."She didn't care if. ‘So, do you remember what happened?’ Shawnee asked, preparing to stitch the very large gash in his head. He thought for a few seconds, watching her concentrate on opening some medical crap. ‘I was working at my computer, discovered that I was out of cigarettes and went to the store to get a pack. The next thing I know,’ he paused, watching her looking at him, feeling that she did care about people and that it wasn’t just an act. ‘I’m lying in the middle of the street,’ he laughed, hoping that. You get him in hereand by the time he walks out he will be a vision of loveliness." "How would it work? I mean how would I get him to do it?" "Just send him to me for a manicure. You bring him and I'll takeover. When you see his nails, demand that his lips match his nailsand tell me to complete the job. I'll have him looking beautifulfor you in no time. Then give him whatever you want him to wear.His mind will be so mixed up that he'll do whatever you say. Iguarantee it!" "It will take me a. I’ll admit I’m a people-watcher. I love to watch people and take great delight in the diversity they present. Whether you’re a man or woman, you’ve probably experienced this yourself – an attractive person walks by, you share momentary eye contact and there’s an immediate connection. She was a pretty, young, black woman, plainly dressed in a white golf shirt and khakis. Her hair fell softly in curled strands to her shoulders, charmingly framing a glowing face. She had a wonderful smile and an.