This so-called lady had completely fooled Scott and he eventually was able to laugh about it on his drive home.When he wasn’t narrating audiobooks o... doing commercials Scott was working on his novel. This was what had done during the Thanksgiving weekend. He celebrated that holiday by himself. His Thanksgiving meal consisted of a few slices of turkey breast, instant mash potatoes and a can of string beans. He did treat himself to a large slice of the pumpkin pie he had purchased. Being alone. ‘Easy there! If you had let me finish I was going to say, I have to go somewhere real quick, but would you like to come with me. My roommates are all out tonight, so I have the place to myself… We could maybe talk there for a bit…’ There was a mischievous glint in Jack’s eye, and he couldn’t hide his boyish grin. Allison smiled back at him, ‘Sounds good to me…’ *** ‘This is your car?!’ Allison couldn’t help but be a little surprised. Jack and her had walked out to the parking lot behind the. "After Jo leaves, I think for a long time about what she has said. It makes perfect sense, of course. Why should the Master, or Mistress, have all the responsibility of deciding what needs to be done and when? Of course it has to be the role of the slave to see what is needed too, and then to anticipate the owner's needs. Maybe, that's the problem I've been having with Joe. Or, he has been having with me. Maybe I need to think more about what he needs and not always seem to be pushing him. It wasn't too show-offy and it suited me fine. What it didn'tsuit was the person I had become, I hadn't met any girls called Scottand while there might be some out there I was not going to be one ofthem. A beautiful girl deserves a beautiful name."Well, Westbrook will do but you need a better first name."Barrel, partially to himself, started sounding off name, "Lisa, Sarah,Kate, Krystal...." He continued his list that could potentially go forhours. Doug chipped in, "You kinda sorta look like a.