I was sat at the dressing table. Greta came up behind me. ‘You are very pretty, Julie,’ she said, ‘are you a model?’ ‘No,’ I laughed, ‘I...work for the lady you are going to work for – in a different capacity.’ I didn’t think she would understand my role as a slave, and certainly didn’t want to frighten her off. She seemed satisfied with my reply. I took her hand in mine. ‘I hope you will be happy working for my Mistress, Greta.’ She put her other hand on my shoulder, and then stroked my hair. ‘I. Kinda... Cute.He had an easy little smile on his face, short cropped black hair, and a pair of ears that stuck out just enough to give him character without being radio antennas. He was dressed in a brown jacket that hung down to his thighs, with a thick scarf and gloves, which were currently off so that he could poke at (with considerable fascination and a deeply furrowed brow) a modern handheld. It looked like an Apple piece. He was cocking his head, and when his eyes widened, he looked even. These had been raised in the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco and had tried to take the free love revolution to France. They were apparently back in this town and in this class. I was dismayed. The best-looking woman in the class by far, was the teacher, Nicole. She was still the excellent teacher I had loved before. I was thankful for that.French literature and poetry was a mixed bag. There about three in the class besides Nicole that looked decent, including the one setting next to. Let me seeee, Shelly ... If I don’t saaay anything, what’s it Worrrth to you? ... What are Youuu willing to do for Meee?”A look of pure frustration showed on her face because she knew that she was cornered and was now forced to make a deal with me. I could see that she was thinking fast ... looking for a way out but there was only one way out and she knew it. After a few seconds, she looked at me, saying, “I’ll do anything you want, Brian ... ANYTHING! Just don’t tell them I have them ....
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