Tonight we would talk when she triesto give me those "vitamins" again.I cleaned up my face and changed into a tan jumper with a red cotton topand Keds... and went down to make her special meal. Cooking does relax me,and I helped myself to some of that special Chianti she bought for herguests as well. And that was really helping me relax.As her guests came and I welcomed them in and got them drinks, Bethwhispered to me about my outfit. "A jumper Beth? Really? Wouldn't acocktail dress have been a. It wasn’t long before he brought the dinner in we sat down to eat. Standing up he walked towards the wine cabinet. ‘Care to have a glass of wine, Abigail?’ Thomas was relaxing his voice was softer. ‘No, I had a bad time with the last time I drank some.’ I smiled before it dawned on me that was my fantasy not real. He brought a bottle of wine poured himself a glass sitting it down between us. Seeing the bottle I thought about having a small glass after all. I started to pour it but Thomas took. He needed to keep his wits about him to properly present and serve each phase of his feast. Allowed to join them during each course he remained appropriately silent throughout, but reveled in the ever increasing jubilant discourse of his two Mistresses, as they had no reason or desire to limit their enjoyment of any aspect of the celebration, including that of each bottle of wine that was offered. Victoria was in such good spirits that she even complimented Sam on the excellence of the meal,. I must’ve forgotten to put the blade away because now you have it at my throat. At least I didn’t forget to do that with the key. I smile and put my hands behind my head, completely relaxed.“And what are you planning on doing with that, my pet?” I laugh. Your face screws up into pure rage.“I’m going to kill you and get out of here!” you yell while pushing the blade harder against my throat. I can feel the blood in my vein push against the steel. I laugh again.“But where is here? And what about.