, “ Celia started, but tears blotted out the rest.“My God, girl,” the old Duke asked, “what is it? I haven’t seen you this upset in years. I... it Patrick or leaving here? What? Tell me.”“My Master, it’s you. How can I leave you?” Celia finally managed through the tears.“Celia, my God, it has been almost five years. How many times have I told you that you’re a free woman. No one is your Master. Why do you not understand?” Gabe demanded, in frustration.“But Gabe, father, you will be my Master, as. I should give you an example or two of what I am talking about. "In my house dirty clothes and socks belong into the hamper, not discarded on the floor;" she explained, "and all lights should be switched off if the room is not used. No use throwing away money."I had no problem with these or the others she presented. As I said, I was just not used to the confident way of hers."There is one item about which I have especially strong feelings," she stated. "We are going to have our meals together,. He was always witty and never failed to make me laugh, we even exchanged email addresses. We emailed each other daily and finally we exchanged phone numbers. When I heard his sweet southern accent I was hooked, Living in Omaha, I had only heard that accent on TV or in a Movie and always thought it was just acting, No one actually talked like that I thought. I even got a girlfriend at works picture and emailed it to him saying it was me. I know, it was wrong and now, how could I ever make it. He made me feel so alive, something Kevin hasn't done in years. I felt more like a woman that afternoon than I had in a long time. Yet, I don't know anything about him. So, how could I get to meet him again? Yes, I could go to the gas station again but what are the chances of Michael going at the same time? Okay, get it out of your head, Joy. Kevin told me it was time to get a tune-up on my car; oil change, all that sort of service stuff. I asked him if he would take it. But, as usual, he was.