Putting the last touches on the studio this morning was truly satisfying. All the sconces have candles, and all the tools and projects normally strewn...about are tucked away neatly. Lately, my time has been spent working on a few small presents I think you’ll like. When I get your text that you’re just out of town, I turn the music on low and head upstairs to fix dinner. Just as I turn the heat down to simmer everything while the rice finishes cooking, I hear you pull into the driveway. As you. I hear Sir hang up. I hung up the phone and looked around for any last minute details that needed to be done. ?Master, Sir will be here in about half an hour, Hurry!? I ran from room to room making sure everything was put away. Coming back into the bedroom Master was standing in the tub waiting. Looking at him, I figured he wanted a towel so I grabbed one and threw it to him then started to leave the room. ?Slave,? I hear Master say in a warning voice. Turning and walking back to the bathroom,. "Tara, speaking as your friend, you do not want to do this."She smiled dangerously, or what she thought was dangerous; her eyes sparked as she fought to keep her temper in a public place. Tara did not like to be balked."I know what I want David!"I tried one last time.I opened to her, allowing the smile I hid behind to drain. I looked at her through the flat dead eyes that watched me shave every morning. I let her into the place where she was a target that I would not focus on, because the. I added that to the list of things I would tell the lawyers."We don't tolerate reckless driving on our streets," he lectured rather strongly. "However, Officer Deimos should've given you a warning and let you be on your way. That being the case, I'm dismissing this case." He got ready to hit his gavel when I stopped him."Excuse me, Your Honor," I interrupted. "I'm afraid I can't let this matter drop so easily." And why not, Miss Appleton?" he asked with a frown. "Because of the way this.