Even I could understand that this,inspite of not being fair, was logical. Thuangduul asked me if I made somedecision about what I would do next. Of co...rse I said I had not thinkabout it yet. He told me I should talk to Marek first (I was alreadyaccepting to be called Illana, to simplify the things) and then return tohim.I sought Marek in "my" familiar house. He was surprised with my visit. Isat at his side in the familiar bench and we started a conversation. Itwas an awkward situation, I was. After a long pause, Mr. Walters looked at Cindy, "Miss Cynthia, we have a problem. This is a communications class. I am the teacher and you are the student.,,, Do you understand?" Cindy just grinned and said, "yeah, sure." Mr. Walters walked over to Cindy's desk and slammed his fist down hard. Cindy jumped and sat upright. "You will address me as Mr. Walters or Sir, Understand?" Cindy looked down and quietly said, "yes sir." Mr. Walters again slammed his fist down and yelled, "WHAT?" For the. " Thank you, Sir," Shelly giggled as she uncovered the handset."Hi, Jenny, my name is Shelly," she said amiably. "I'm glad you called so quickly. We were hoping you might be available to join us and a couple of our friends for lunch, possibly Friday."Shelly paused again and then laughed aloud."Nothing like that, I can almost guarantee it," Shelly said. "These are female coworkers of his. We thought we might just hang out, get to know you. Maybe let you meet a couple of friends. It's our treat –. Uncle Ari, you’ve done that for me.”“Hey, Pudding,” I laughed softly. “You are not a slave in need of a master like Wendy.”“No. You could have made me into that, but you didn’t. You might not have the title of ‘master’, but in a very real way, you are. You made it very clear from the first night that we would have a relationship built on trust. The punishment you gave me ... You could have fucked me and I’d have been your slave. Instead, you used it to show me I could trust you and that you had.