" I told her. "Explain it again to her." Sure Mr. Bacon. Remember I volunteered to be in the Program this week? Most everybody thought this an invitat...on for trouble. They were right. I explained to Mr. Bacon, who hinted to you that I wanted something bad to happen. Stone beat those who would be disrespectful by using his mind. Or at least that's what it seemed like. Since when do teenagers learn that quickly any lesson that they don't want too? I knew trouble would happen. I didn't want it to. Jake smiled and then laughed. ‘Aren’t you just a picture of domesticity! Whatever happened to the cool, capable social worker I have come to know? Something sure smells good around here.’ ‘She got left behind at the office, and you’re getting shake and bake chicken, salad, baked potato and garlic bread.’ I pointed at Sean, ‘His idea, not mine, and anyway, I didn’t have all afternoon to do chores like somebody I could mention.’ Jake laughed again, ‘Shake and bake, my old staple! The kids love it. She had to reach up and feel the slave collar, one more time, to fullyappreciate whose she was and why she was here. Oh my yes, she was sovery happy. She carefully made her way back to the table. The same steward saw herreturning and was immediately present, chair-side, to help her getreseated. Master nodded again at the attentive service shown by thesteward. As Charlotte was scooted forward, she returned her clutch tothe table. Then reaching out for her Master's hand, just to feel himand. That's what happened, wasn't it? She and Uncle Alvin did things when she was my age!" It would be wise if you don't tell her you figured that out," said Bob, sighing. "She's embarrassed about it." Wow!" sighed Mallory. "Maybe that's why I did it. Maybe it's in our genes."Bob smiled inwardly. Mal was definitely Lucy's daughter. They looked alike and thought alike, too."She said the same thing, but we decided that wasn't the case," he said, gently."So what does this mean?" asked Randy, ever.