’ ‘Tis you that is wearing shackles not I.’ ‘Take them off and best me if you can.’ I move close and remove the shackles. Holding her wrist... tightly I look deep into her eyes. ‘If you win, I will return you to your father and if I win, you are mine for life.’ ‘If you live, I will let you return me to my father.’ With that, she leaps back and her feet impact my chest with great force. I loose my footing and fall backward. An urn barely misses my head as I roll and slash with my foot. She. She was beautiful even with her hair wet. The robe swallowed her up. I t looked big enough for both of them. He smiled and got a huge smile in return. Damn she was cute. He sat a plate in front of her and dished out a large helping in her plate. He poured the coffee and then filled his own plate. She was already eating when he sat down and started. They ate in silence, both of them eating as if they were starved. Washed down with another cup of coffee, they sat there full at last and she said,. He asked couple of his workers to close the store and leave while he was still taking care of some work. He asked them to drop the outer shutter but not to lock the store from outside. After he was done and ready to leave, he went around for a final check-up the staff room. He was shocked to see Bertha Samson standing in the middle of the room, with a very short skirt on. He was shocked, especially for the reason that he thought, Bertha had left earlier. She had a tiny silky blouse in her hand. "What? Yeah. It's great. Are you...having a good time?" She askedabsently."Always, baby, always. I'm Mark Stevens; I'm one of the officers here atthe house. You look familiar. Have we met before?" I get that a lot, but I don't think we have. Joyce Andrews; pleased tomeet you," she answered politely. "Nice place you've got here." Thanks! Did you want the tour?" Mark asked a touch too eagerly."Oh, no, that's okay. I'm just waiting for my friend to get back," shetook a sip from her cup; it tasted.