I was just lonely since you were gone all week." It's alright, Slave. I was just worn out. I didn't mean to leave you there so long. Why don't you get...some sleep now." Yes, Master Peter."Peter took the chain that was hanging from the headboard and attached it to Kirsten's collar. Then he rolled over and went back to sleep.When Peter awoke again, it was after 4 PM. He forced himself into action. He showered and shaved, then went out for a run in Central Park. When he returned, Kirsten was awake. "What the fuck are you doing, Cindy? Are you really this big a tease or do you want to get fucked or what? Let's get this out in the open. Deb told me you're fucking a bunch of guys all semester...I'm not some dumb college kid. You can't pull this shit on me. Either we're going to fuck right now, or you need to stop what you're doing. What's it going to be?" I demanded.She acted incredulous, like she had no idea what she was doing, but that shit-eating smirk never left her face, even when. A drinking problem. He would go dry for four, six months, and then throw a binge. Whenever that had happened, I had covered for him, filled in, and found excuses."Okay, Joe, I get it. You feel for the girl. I'll leave you alone and I'll leave her alone. Just do me the favor and don't take out ads before she's completed the parole."I relaxed and nodded stepping back."We'll keep a low profile. Now, what do we do about Mornington's visit?" I dunno. You met the man. What do you suggest?"Just like. .." I immediately mentally rubbed outthe one up, returned the score to evens and apologised. I gave her a potted version of my final year of school up to that pointand played down a lot of the bullying I'd had to put up with, hopefullyso that she didn't think I was either being melodramatic or would lookupon me with pity. That was definitely one thing I didn't want. By the time we got to her house, we were chatting away a lot morecomfortably and I actually felt that with certain reservations.