The pain from his pull on my hair made tears shoot out the corner of my eyes. How stupid had I been? Had I really believed I could have the power over...this man? I had obviously forgotten our considerable difference in age and experience. If someone was the master, it was him. If someone was to comply, it was me. If someone was to be in charge of their counterpart's pleasure, it was him. If someone was to be the pet, it was me. The hierarchy was so obvious. How could I ever have doubted it? No. It was not that bad, I had never tastedmyself before. I dug into the whitefish taco and the diet coke. Delicious.We would have to patronize that place more once we got...My thoughts were interuppted, a noise. "The phone!!" I shout to the girls.PART IIII heard the petite girl dashing toward the main desk and pick up thephone. The script for answering the phone was ready, and I knew she hadpracticed it. I listened."Thank you for calling Taylor Maids. This is Suzi, how may we indulge yourfantasy. With a befuddled looking face, she said, "Hello,may I help you.' The woman standing before her looked narrowed her eyesfrightfully and gave Ms. Harding the most hateful look she had ever seenin her life. For the first time in her life, She felt genuine fear.The woman on the other side of the door bit out in a voice laced withcruel hate, "Hello Miss Harding I am Stacy". The look in her eyes wasabsolutely hateful. Like white burning embers glaring at Harding.Ms Harding didn't have any clue what. She can only keep her portals open for a few minutes. You're much better in that regard." And don't you forget it."When they walked into Lissa's new home, Dahra took a quick tour of it, looking for anything that would make it unique from all the other rooms on this floor. On the ceiling of the living area was a faint brown stain, probably water damage, that was shaped like the island of Grabbel. Dahra stared at the stain for a few seconds, closed her eyes, visualizing it, and then stared at it.