She didn't even complete the previous one.”“Sandra, honey. I miss her too…”“Then why is she not back? I want her to come back. Please daddy,...can we meet her on her birthday? I want to say sorry to her. You should say sorry to her too. I am sure that she will agree to come back.”I looked into Sandra’s blue eyes, which she had inherited from Carol and often reminded me of her. I tried to explain to her that her mom was not coming back and she had to get used to living without her, but she refused. I’d been pleased and encouraged that Eric was friendly as before. He was pleasant and we were still good friends. I didn’t know if I was imagining things or not, but he seemed a little different somehow, maybe a little less passive and more confident. Whatever it was, Michelle seemed to enjoy being around him a bit more than she had before, which pleased me. My illusion of normalcy was shattered again Sunday morning after breakfast. I’d made sourdough corn fritters, an occasional treat. After. Which is it to be?” His forthrightness made her smile, she stood took his hand and silently led him out to the corridor where Barnes waited to lead them to the room reserved for such liaisons, a huge well appointed room in the style of a Shakespearian bedchamber, unsubtly dominated by a four poster of epic proportions. The contract was placed on a dressing table and Sarah Margaret Shmit, began her life as a sex worker, by a long smouldering kiss. Mikes hands were everywhere at once;. It was humiliating. The housekeeper produced a small, dark, lacquered box that contained the device that she had to lock around Harold’s cock. He had been forced to wear this whenever her Ladyship was not around, ever since his wife had discovered a cartomancer who claimed to predict exactly where in her cycle her Ladyship would be most likely to conceive a girl. It would prevent, she said “unnecessary dilution of such fertility as may be needed at the critical moment.”Now their sex lives were.