I hope you’ll dress to match the ambiance.” He paused again and laughed. “I’m going out for a drink with Ao later. She’s suddenly turned up ...n town. So we’ll chat tomorrow shall we?” Ao was Ambrose’s Vietnamese banker friend, a diminutive but Em suspected tiger-like woman with whom, according to Ambrose, he was now not engaged in any sexual way. Em had her doubts on this score. She knew though that while Ambrose played from time to time he never had affairs. He was always open about any. Practice was nothing like last year. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coaches. And neither of them were interested in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ backs just throwing the ball to some 9th graders to catch. I mean fuck—no plays, no running, no weights---what the fuck. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. Guess he would prolly make it—but with no control of the team, I could kiss that deal of that. I couldn't stand up at all. The best I could do was to squat over it, or lay down on my side little more than a foot or two away from it. I was in a cage it seemed, with no walls or bars, just a few dozen links of steel and a couple padlocks to secure me completely.I resented my loss of freedom at first, as any pet might, especially once Master had satisfied himself that I couldn't get loose of it somehow and he left me there. That seemed unfair since I was sure he'd done it for his pleasure,. He indicated that he was going to pick up his nephew for the weekend, who, as it turned out had been called in to work and had some technical emergency and wouldn't be coming. He had an hour and half drive out to Long Island and thought he'd stop for a drink before heading out. What transpired next totally shocked me. Since I'd indicate I wasn't certain about going up home, or maybe doing something else for my long weekend, he'd invited me out to his place for the weekend, or just a day.