After we finished dinner and 'mom' had left I asked Cary what all dear mother didn't like about me this time."Oh Christ Bill, you know, it's the same ...ld thing, money, money, money. She just doesn't think that you make enough money for me to really enjoy myself. You know mother, the same-old, same-old." Good God Cary what the hell does that woman want from me? I mean I own 60 percent of the printing business, take home over ten grand a month and we own a house that is worth over a mil." I know. I sweep your hair to the side, leaving the back of your neck and your shoulders bare. Leaning forward, I place my hands lightly on the back of your head and I begin your massage. “Ohhh!” you moan as my fingers slide over your scalp. I start with the area just above and behind the ears, my grip pressure light but steady. I whisper for you to relax your neck muscles and let your head roll with my hands. With slow, practiced movements, I work my fingers in behind your ears, rolling my thumbs over. " The girl again tried to rise while tears of sorrow poured from her eyes."You're staying in bed, Slave Andy!" Kathy commanded firmly. "Now tell me what happened. Who beat you?"Slumping back the girl whispered hoarsely, "I beat me! It was no one else — just me! Mistress, I broke every rule and needed to be punished. I just made the arrangements, is all." Again she struggled to rise and again Kathy held her down. "But Mistress," she protested, "I must make your dinner! I'm not sure how much more. I now lived in San Diego as an account rep. I had a beach house and a Porsche to match. I was now parking my rented Porsche. Mine stayed in California, I rented one from a Chicago dealership. I looked at my old school and remembered how much I wanted to leave this town all those years ago. Now, I was glad to be back. It gave me the chance to show those assholes that I had done better than they had. I still found it hard to believe that they picked me least likely to succeed.I stepped out of the.