Setting down the instrument and forcefully grabbing a handful of hair he leans in closer to her and states “you know the rules bitch.” Open your m...uth again and you’ll regret it. You deserve this baby; I am here to help you realize what you are and where you belong.” Silence for a moment or two then the only words that echo throughout the room are “shut your mouth and taking your punishment with pride.” He simply releases her hair and walks back to his original spot to resume her. "Kitchen through there," I pointed. She walked ahead of me. The kitchen is where I eat, unless I take a sandwich into the lounge as I watch t/v. "Sit!" I said when we got there. She looked worried.I rummaged in cupboards and set out bread, margarine, peanut butter. Put the kettle on to boil."Master?" Her voice was shaky. "I should be doing that." And you will, in future. What's your name?" I ... I ... don't remember." How long have you been a slave?" I ... I'm sorry, Master. I don't remember."I. I couldn’t remember ever seeing him with the same strumpet hanging on his arm (and every word) two events running. The legend spread, echoed on well-lubricated lips at our company events: Big Cock Brock, the love ‘em and leave ‘em stud who could go all night.Oh, I wished that I could be Richard Corey... Whatever I thought of him personally, I couldn’t speak ill of the man. He was an alumnus of our fraternity and our Chapter Advisor. In our house, his undergraduate exploits were told and. Instead we went to check with his S-2 and S-3. The Officers there just barely remembered me, and were confused when I asked about the British supply depots on the east coast. The S-3 (Plans and Operations) people claimed to have no information on them. The S-2 (Intelligence) people looked at us warily, and weren't ready to admit knowing anything. It wasn't until Colonel Harrower happened by that we got any help."Well, Major O'Connell! We haven't seen you in some time. What can we do for you?".