She was home alone, hurt and lonely, having had to deal with the grief and fury over losing Evie by herself, while I hunted those responsible and sent...them to hell.She would find little comfort in the knowledge that most of those responsible for Evie’s murder were rotting in shallow graves, their ashes mingling with those of cows, horses and assorted farm animals. Her fury would still be fresh and her grief potent, but knowing that the people who brought that grief to her all died a violent. It had taken it's toll on me and the day after my divorce was finalized I'd flown out for an indefinite stay on the beautiful little island."What you think about Jane?" Mai squeezed my hand gently and smiled at me, "Not be sad Jane, he no good for you" I know that Mai" I squeezed her hand in reply, grateful for her support and friendship, "You are though, you and Kim are good people, nice people"We collected a picnic basket and arranged for it to be taken down to the jetty where Kim stood. However, just as it looked like things were finally going to start moving smoothly, I suddenly realized that the “Master” part of my brain had been trying to tell me that I might have missed something ever since I had sent that last “text” to Beth.So, I sent her another text telling her to go to the restroom, be alone, and call me. It took less than 30 seconds for my phone to buzz, which tells me that I have an incoming call when it is in silent mode.“Hello slave. I just need to ask you a quick. I was still wet behind the ears when it came to proper relationships and I must admit looking back I was quite selfish. I treated sex as something I did for my enjoyment.We had been dating for a few months when I decided that to further my career it would be best if I moved down to London. Within days I got a job and found a bedsit to rent. Janet, my girlfriend, joined me a few weeks later and we soon got into a routine.Each morning I would wake up and fuck her before we got up. We would then.