.” his thumb traced her lower lip. “You know I love you, don’t you?” he rumbled, those eyes boring in hers.Undiluted sadness invaded her. If o...ly he had not said a thing, she could reside in the illusion that this was one of those clichés of the bachelor and his tryst with a widow merely to tackle his urges.A large hand stretched to the side-table as he picked up a leather pouch. From inside it, he fished a simple gold ring. “Will you marry me, Harriet?” That he did not kneel or do all the. We got to her house and I began to hand the keys back when she said "Please Master, lead your fucktoy inside." I walked her to the door, opened it and watched her walk in. I started telling her that I had no idea what she wanted me to do. "Master, if you like I can tell you everything you need to know." I agreed. She looked at me as asked if she should have this many clothes on. I told her no she shouldn't. She giggled. "Say Master doesn't want his fucktoy to wear any clothes." I looked at her. If you could leave your music…” The director of the local band also directed some of the bands at the local college and he was used to a whole lot more discipline. We just kept putting our instruments away and doing our own things as he droned on. I picked up my saxophone and headed to the front edge of the shell. The rain was coming down now in sheets and the wind felt cold compared to the almost 100 degrees temperatures earlier in the day. I glanced over at two of the young college. Their entire savings was spent trying to save her, but every attempt, including leeches, prayer, holy water, and many others was in vain. Dara’s mother died in her bed, with her daughter at her side, holding her by the hand. She could still remember her mother’s last dying words – ‘Dara, child. You must be strong! Your destiny is to be more than a chandler’s daughter — much, much more. When you are strong enough, old enough, you must seek the help of someone. Far away, in High Reach, you must.