After me and my girl would spend time in her bedroom.. it was an extension of the ground floor so no need to climb stairs. We would listen to old rock...and play vinyl !! and fumble and get a slippy finger while her folks were in the owners lounge , It was like waiting for a plane to crash, me and her mum always hit it off and would chuck melon balls at each other after dinner ! One time she went to pick one up and I was already there .. our faces met and she cheekily gave me a quick peck on my. "What time is it, Rog?" Why do you ask? Going somewhere?" Don't be a smart ass. I want to know how long it took the bastards tobutcher me." The time? If you must know, you've been out for over two weeks." Two weeks? Holy shit, I'll never make up that much schoolwork." Shh, calm down. Do you want them to give you another shot to put youout again?" What's the difference? I'm in mortal agony, Rog!" Save your strength. You've lost some weight. They stopped tube feedingyou a few days ago."I had to. That you still are my..." Slave?" Yes," I said, a bit embarrassed."Can't we let the matter rest? Let me in, please. The sun will rise in a moment, and I still don't want to be caught staring in."I shrugged. Last night I had told her that I expected her to accept her slavery, and she had left in a fury. At the time I had been consumed by desire for that power I had seen displayed in the slave market. Now it all just seemed silly."So," I said to her as she sat on the other side of my bed, "now. He splashed his face with water and looked at himself. His silver blue eyes cast a hard gaze at his patrician facial features. His sandy blonde hair was messed up from tossing and turning all night in his pitiful attempt at sleep. He yawned once more and got in to the shower. The cold water attacked his skin like tiny icicles, but achieved the desired effect, he was wide awake now. Minutes later he was in his kitchen sipping on his coffee while checking his appointment book on his laptop. He.