”Hmmm…I thought. I really liked Linda and I think she is a really nice girl, but she does not come across as a literary genius. How she could po...sibly help me with my story was totally beyond me.I walked over to my computer desk and sat down in the big chair in front of the screen. I searched through my document folder and opened the story I was working on. Linda stood behind me and looked at the screen over my shoulder.“Not bad so far.” She started, “So, they met in a supermarket. Didn’t. When the tour was over we sat on his living room couch and finished off milk shakes he had made. He brought up our earlier chat topic by asking ?So do you feel like a slave to money?? I said ?Yes, I think a large majority of people do even if they don?t think of it that way. It isn?t really being a slave because we have a choice in how we earn money and since billions of people are all dependent on money it isn?t like feeling depressed or different, it?s just the way things are.? He said ?Not. . well... there's a lot of girls I wouldn't mind dating. Like Stacy, Angela, Megan, Sasha..." Wait... stop. Are you just listing off all the really attractive girls at our school?" she questions sternly."Well... I mean... yeah... I of course want..." Michael..." she interrupts. "I'm trying to help you get a legitimate girlfriend... not just replace me with a new fuck friend for sex." I know that..." he argues. "...but I figured I might as well get with someone attractive... because...". Is that a good enough description of me Big Daddy?" She said laughing nervously again."Don't ever call me Big Daddy again!" She heard him say in a commanding voice. "From now on you will call me "Master". Do you understand?" I feel like I'm totally under his control. How is he doing this to me? I'm getting so excited," she thought to herself as she could feel the twinges of electricity between her legs."Yes Master, I understand." Is your pussy wet?" She heard his voice asking."Yes Master, it.