A tall, blonde-haired, green-eyed, good-looking young woman who also happened to be a member of the Mount Washington Institute of Technology’s Socio...ogy Department. She was an adjunct faculty member. Kendra Masterson was a gorgeous gal with more insecurities than there are germs on this planet. She was a complete mess. I was going to have some fun with her. Kendra had recently been left by her boyfriend Ramon Bantacosta, a tall and sexy Latino stud who played Football for Mount Washington Tech.. "Just a moment please," she said and she got on the intercom. "Sir, you have someone here to see you - a Miss..." "Sintallie," Charlotte said. The receptionist nodded."A Miss Sintallie Sir," she finished."Ah yes, send her in please," the man's voice said over the intercom. "Right through that door, Miss Sintallie," the receptionist said, pointing to the door. Charlotte opened the door to Mr. Peckerwood's office... and hopefully, her future as well!"Miss Sintallie, please come in. I'm so glad. I can’t really estimate how long I laid there in that position in complete darkness, thinking of my Mistress, of her feet, of her scent, and most of all about what was awaiting me next. The door opened, and in she came, the light remained unlit, and she held a lit candle in her hand close to her face, so I can only see her face glooming in the darkness. ?Ready for me Slave?? she asked, and without letting me answer she continued: ?this is going to be fun? for both of us!? she walked around the. Her in-laws lay dead across the wagon seat, feathered shafts sprouting from their bodies like the quills of a porcupine. Her husband lay next to her, a single shaft through his back. She tried to roll him over, sobbing in terror, begging him to help her – not to leave her. At last, her fear gave her strength and she managed to roll him over. Blood poured from his mouth. His eyes were unfocused and glassy. He was dead, but it wasn't her husband who lay before her. It was Ken. Karen awoke with a.