“What’s your name?” she asked. “Karl, yours?” he replied. “Kate,” she answered. “Nice to meet you, Kate. How long have you been here?�...� he asked. “I think about a month,” she responded, “the days all run into each other but….” “But what?” he pressed. A blush spread over her face, she wasn’t about to get into the details of her cycle. People just didn’t talk about such things. She shivered a little, mostly fear still coursing through her body. Karl noticed the tremor, “are you cold?” She nodded. We clung to each other kissing sensuously until I heard her mother yell out the back door, ‘Have you found it yet?’ Erica and I parted hastily, wiping wetness from out mouths guiltily, then laughed at each other playfully. ‘No, not yet,’ I yelled back and explained to Erica why I’d come out here in the first place. ‘I’ll help you,’ she said blushing a bit. What the hell was happening here? She wasn’t ashamed of what we’d just done, and didn’t seem upset at all about me fucking her the other. I had lesbian relation ships but had never been with a man. Always I wondered that no one can be trusted cause in today’s world all men are just behind fucking and all the shit. I hated all that. Don’t know why but looking at my slave a typical mharashtrian guy of about 21 years I felt something very nice for him. He had innocent looks and he loved to talk in very low tone. I like this guy too much and thought him as my friend. The day I saw him I couldn’t actually talk with him but then. They returned to their hotel and freshened while Melba fed and changed Cassandra Anne. Then, they loaded the van for the short drive to the Varsity. As she drove, Roycealee recommended, “We can surely come back, more than once if y’all want, but ya’ won’t go wrong with a variety. So I suggest y’all each get a chili dawg, a glorified burger, onion rings, and a frosted orange. Bob could handle a heavy dawg - that’s with extra chili, and I’ll get a slaw dawg and a chili slaw dawg if anyone wants.