And she didn’t eat half the pickles you do, not one tenth.”“No?” Maman, however many rules she made, said no when she meant no. Memere was a l...ttle like Papa. Sometimes Papa spoke a long time, and it meant no.“No, she didn’t. And ask Papa. Little boys need rules, too, and he was once my little boy. He didn’t think I was easy. So, I like you here on visits; I like being an indulgent grandmother; I wouldn’t be so indulgent if you were here permanently. Anyway,” [it was time to change the subject]. He hoped to take the younger of the two naked females there to lunch, with the permission of the uniformed male standing with them."Sergeant Bachelor!" came a call from behind him. Inwardly he groaned, but he halted, yelled "SIR!", and gave an about-face to discover that the unknown individual was newly-promoted Colonel Charles Desrochers, newly appointed commanding officer of the 121st Brigade."I just got the call that the CSS Sir Francis Drake has some cargo for us. Seeing as that ship is. "Lisa stood slowly, still a little wobbly on her high heels, and with head down, walked slowly towards the stairs. She was a bit dazed, her emotions warring within her. Intellectually she knew she should be dreading, even fighting this new phase of her slavery. That she was a slave she now fully comprehended. The problem was it didn't bother her as much as she thought it should. True, she was treated like a servant, but now that she was doing the cooking, although not practically well even. You pick it up and it reads "Go to the back and blindfold yourself." You're not sure about it but your curiosity gets the better of you,you want to see what happens. You walk over to the back and place the cloth around your head,blindfolding yourself. You wait to see what happens and suddenly you hear the door creek open. You want to see but you can't, you only remember what i look like from the pictures. You feel my strong arms over your shoulder as i whisper "Let me take you inside" you.