‘Yes, yes of course. Sit and tell me what’s been happening up here while we’ve been gallivanting all around the countryside,’ he replied indic...ting the lounge chair beside him. Ronnie Kelleher felt her heart give a little flutter and sat down. The pair spent a delightful few hours swapping tales about the team’s travels and games as well as the antics of the women in Sydney’s household. Ronnie felt so much at home with the man that she was almost tempted to take her intentions a little further. "I failed my Mistress that time."She looked up at me, her face a question mark. I explained my comment to her."When I was in the dungeon, I gave myself, gave over my will, totally to your Mom. It was the only way I could endure what was going on inside my head, to get rid of the terror and fear. Understand that I did what I did willingly. I would do it again, if she asked me to. Still, in my mind, when I was in the dungeon, I came to think of her as 'Mistress, ' my owner. I still think of her. You know the king a belly I mean. The same belly on a woman would indicate at least 7 months into pregnancy. He had a full head of dark hair and sideburns that said he was definitely an Elvis fan who was stuck in the fifties. The shop was lit by too many harsh fluorescents and lined on three sides with videos. A glass display counter ran the length of the fourth wall and both the wall and the cases were filled with various toys, creams, lubes and the inevitable selection of blow-up dolls. There. "Bobbie!" A hair stylist called, not knowing who "Bobbie" was.Bob habitually raised his hand slightly and looked at the young woman, who was probably in her early twenties tops."That's me." Bob exclaimed."What can I do for you this morning, Bobbie?" The girl asked politely."A haircut, I guess." Bob replied. "One like this picture, if you can."The young woman looked at the picture. She looked at Bob and then back at the picture."Well, your hair looks a bit short, but I can come close, I think.".