.evenif they don't last. The best thing I can figure is that when I justmake something appear like that it's not real. Maybe it's like anillusion or...something. Some sort of solid illusion. That wouldexplain why the cash I made was all blurry and why the TV wouldn't evenwork."Now it's time to try something else," I said. Of course that justleft the question of what to try. I had been thinking about this forthe last couple days though and had a few ideas.Since Anabelle had been a stage. I’d rung the bell for time, and was clearing the tables of glasses, telling a few stragglers to drink up. Colin and Tom were taking their time over their pints, as usual. I felt in need of some fun, and made up my mind to bloody well have some. Steve put the last of the glasses in the dishwasher and cleaned off the bar. “Can I walk you home?" he asked. He’d escorted me back a few nights ago, stopping on the doorstep for a snog and a grope and was obviously hoping to take it a step further.. Damn you're to well behaved and I got slapped for being to good! I didn't want to misbehave I wanted to be good for Master. He dried me off, get dressed and get into the car.Sitting in the car Master asked if I was alright with what we had been to me so far. Yes but I wasn't expecting the water you don't need pain to bring pleasure, no sir, iv'e found that out today.Right lay the seat back and spread you legs wide for me slut, Master commanded. As I slid down the seat and raised my legs on to. Fast forward a week later, and I'm at his apartment door. I knock and he answers the door almost immediately. I'm guessing he was thinking the same kind of thoughts I was, but I didn't want to seem too eager. He showed me the living room, where I encountered his roomate, and suffered from the truth that not all dreams come true. His roomate was not in the slightest bit attractive at all, more akin to a fatter, greasy haired, pimple ridden Jabba the Hutt than a man. His roomate only said "Hey",.