I don't trust Jeremy and I saw you struggle to accept the rule Master did give you. The only way to be sure is to reprogram you as a slave. Do you und...rstand why I have to do this to you, even though Master does not want more slaves?"Rob was quiet for a bit and then said, "I do understand why you want to do that. I'm not sure I agree it's necessary, but none of that matters. Your Master told me that he needed me to listen to you as if you were him, so I am. If you tell me you need me to do. Which I did. Some asshole killed himself along with his wife and three kids, some other asshole detonated a suicide bomb in the middle east and wasted himself along with a couple of civilians, a third asshole ... oh, hell, the same crap as usual. The weather was OK, early fall and nice for a change, politicians were passing their usual hot air, some damn fourth-generation repeat of a movie that came out of a cartoon was tops on the charts, and who cared about any of it?But I couldn't rid myself. Woh glass mein leke ayi juice. Maine bola meri god mein baithke mujhe pila de randi.Woh mera god mein baithke mera lund ko gand se masal rahi thi aur mera khada ho raha tha vapis. Fir usne apne hatho se mereko juice pilaya jiske baad maine usko kiss karte hue juice share kiya. Tab tak mera hath uske chuche pe chala gaya. Aur dabane lag gaya main uske mote chuche ko.Woh dheere dheere se moan karne lag gayi aur naughty smile de rahi thi. Tabhi maine uska kapade faad siya aur mujhe pata chala usne. "Harold could barely gasp out his own goodnight, as he filled a fist full of tissues.Harold was watching for her, and saw Teri's car pull up to the curb at 10:50. He was a little disappointed, at first. Then he watched as his daughter stayed out in the car, not entering the house until 11:10. A boy climbed out of the car, and opened the door for her, pulling her close for a kiss before she pushed him away and made her way to the front door."How was the movie?" he asked pleasantly. He was seated.