For a Servant approval and praise meant security and allowed pride. Steph visibly relaxed, but it was obvious she wanted the company of the one she k...ew best.Hera was at the other end of the suspended Concubines fondling the Caribbean slave’s breast. Her eyes narrowed on Steph, the prize before her seeming of little interest know that something more alluring was in striking distance. Steph did not think to engage her and Hera’s brain started to calculate how to overcome the absurd situation. Eager to really start her journey, away from her overbearing hometown and away from the stuffy Temple. … The contract was simple. To track where the Imps were coming from deep in the untamed forests and to chase them away from their camp so that they would stop bothering the village. There was a bonus for bringing the Imp chief’s head. The Imp chief was known to the village as “Bastad Ben”, infamous for terrorizing and stealing the crops of the poor farmer. These particular imps were known. ”The clock only showed 12 and the office would end at 5. Every single minute felt like an hour. I just wanted to run away to him.“Will be at your place in 30 minutes.” I texted him at 3.30. I had to lie to my boss.“Get a packet of condoms. Your taste” I received a quick reply. Where and how on earth would I go and get a condom?!“No way.” I was reluctant. “You are getting those.”“No darling, I am getting ready. Don’t be late.” His reply only angered me.I surely did not want to be any late and I. ”“Well, that was a surprise. They’re usually gone by the time I get home. Let’s go upstairs and get you semi-decent while we have company,” I said and headed for the stairs. Yvonne eagerly followed me, anxious to be hidden from view. The bedroom had been tidied with the clothes flung onto the floor last night now taken away, presumably into the wash. The new outfits that I had left on display on the bed had vanished. I looked in the wardrobe and found the tops and the other skirt hanging up. I.