’ She mumbled. ‘You are my slave,’ I whispered again, ‘What are you?’ This time was much faster as she was asleep her mind wasn’t prepare... enough to fight off my efforts. ‘I am your slave,’ she mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear. Small discussion began between everyone and I signalled for them to stay quiet. ‘Who is your Master? What is his name?’ I whispered into her ear. ‘My Master is Steve Anderson.’ She mumbled again loud enough for everyone to hear.’ I got close to her ear again. Connie was at work, and Sarah was at Gail's house, hopefully doing nothing more than swimming. Donna was reluctant at first, but I bribed her with a Coke. I asked her what she'd meant by 'tried'."You know she was scared at first, right?" Donna asked. I nodded. "Well, she started crying, and I sat on the bed with her and talked to her. She blamed herself for not being there for her mother sometimes. She hugged me, and I ended up sleeping with her for a few nights." Nothing happened?" I. You were still failing miserably to hide the amusement on your face from the farce we had been through today but how could I even think of being annoyed or cross when your eyes shine so pretty with a depth that makes me want to swim in your gaze and forget everything else outside, when I look at you I met and even the bruise on my ass fades into non-existence. You have stripped out of your ski gear and thrown a loose pair of jeans and short sleeve t-shirt on, comfortable that the heat being. Staying out of the way as best she could ... took the badge and leather folder it was in ... backed away and headed for the living room phone. While she was doing that, Jean started a conversation with the man of the badge."You could have picked up that badge from a box of Cheerios ... three boxtops and a buck ... but you passed the first test ... you didn't try and grab the girl. Just sit there and I'll have Carol get you a couple of aspirin and some water. Once we find out for sure, I'll put.