Later he tied her up again. It was different this time although still intricate. This time he tied one of her legs to the leg of his kitchen table. He...also tied her hands together in front of her and made her stay bent over the kitchen table for a while. "I want everyone to see you." He put his kitchen light on, stood behind her and stared at her ass; drank another beer; lit a joint and held it for her when it was her turn to inhale. "Slut?" "Yes, Master?" she shivered with apprehension when. She had been wandering the streets for a while thinking about what to do. She was having some drama with her girl friends and didn't want to ask them for any favors, so she called me hoping she could stay at my place and go back to school the next day.We got to my house and quietly entered. We snuck into my room and I had her sit on my bed. I laid out some sheets on the floor and gave her one of my pillows. My bed wasn't the biggest in the world and I didn't want to come across as some kind of. What would it be worth?" she asked."That depends on what you know. Names and dates are worth more than rumors and maybes." I replied."I can give you the names of his lady friends, since his divorce. Some of them would probably talk. I'm sure one or two would be ready to tell the truth by now. So what would that be worth?" Rather than do that, let's negotiate. What is it you want?" I asked."My boyfriend would really like to meet you. He though, we might all spend some quality time together. Your. Some people ... it happens quickly, while they're still on the line. Some, like me ... it happens later ... I ... I sometimes space out ... I remember ... people who died in my arms ... decisions I should have made ... the way it felt ... that rush of combat and death and blood and fear and the thrill of the fight ... it can be overwhelming."Willow was quiet a while, staring out into the dense trees surrounding them. "I worry about that, Dad. Sometimes ... I feel it in me ... I know it's there.