"You! Train her as a slave? You couldn't train acat to take a nap. You have to kidnap people to be your slaves, you're ajoke! A fraud, and further mor......" that's where I had to stop. She'dbeen in shock at my reaction at first, but she recovered quickly and shebrought the tazer up from my legs and jammed it into my neck and held itthere. My throat closed up, my tongue felt like it was cleaved to theroof of my mouth, I could feel my hair trying to stand on end, and myeye's rolling into the back. He seemed a good guy though andwith his height of maybe 6'4 or something, and his blondish brown hair, hehad a kind of surfer dude look."Alright fag!" he said merrily, "How you doing?". He'd definitely got intousing my nickname, but there really didn't seem to be any nasty undertoneto it when he used it."Hey Jumbo!" I said. "So tell me, how did your nickname come about?"He grinned, kind of goofily. He wasn't one for being coy. "Why do youthink?"I laughed.He hesitated, and looked like he was. I served in Iraq for three tours of duty as well as numerous other posts, retiring after reaching the rank of Major. I was an only child, raised in a midsized New England city, where my mother was an English teacher and my father an Attorney. I grew up with privileges many of the children I attended school with only dreamed of. Other than school, I never had much interaction with others my age. I usually went to functions where older, more mature people were present. Because of this, I was. I think I'm good. No wait. Bringing the newspaper, please? And get me some OJ and a bowl of cereal." Sure thing, ma'am," Deb replied as she got on her feet and turned to leave the room, picking up Miss K's mug on the way out. Once her maid left room, Miss K thought about putting her robe back on, but decided against it, getting up naked and plopping down on top of her disshelved satin sheets. Pulling a section of her blonde hair onto her breasts and playing with it with her fingers, she decided.