A couple of nights later, there was a party in her dorm, and a couple of guys convinced her to have a couple of drinks. One of these guys was a hottie...named Greg that she had liked since she first came to the college. He was a soccer player, so he wasn’t extremely buff, but he was very finely toned. Kaitlyn had admired him playing soccer many times over the last few months. He asked where Wes was, it didn't take her very long to get extremely drunk as she had never really drank much alcohol. "Of course, stupid! I'd have married you a long time ago if you'd have asked me. After all, I am twenty-one," she stated emphatically."Only just, my love. Only just," he laughed again."So ... when do we do it?" she said, almost slurring her words."I think I'd better talk to your mom and dad," he said quietly."Why?" she asked with a wrinkled brow."It's the proper thing to do. I want them to welcome this," he said seriously."My dad is right. You really are old fashioned," she snorted in a tone. I didn’t hear any chant." Daddy shook Michelle's hand and she handed him a key. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew it wasn’t good. Michelle left and my heart started racing. “Go out to the car and get my cane, Babygirl.” I knew better than to argue. I went to Daddy’s car and retrieved his bamboo cane from the back seat. When I reentered the gym, I handed it to him. “I am not happy with you, my Slut,” he said. “You made a commitment to me and to yourself to work out and now I hear that. I was upset.I went to the kitchen and Master was sitting at the table drinking coffee. “Happy birthday mysti. How is my little kajira?”I answered affirmatively, but there was attitude in my voice. I knew I had fucked up the minute I stopped speaking. Master had been warning me about my ‘pissy tone’, as he called it. Saying it was disrespectful at best, and served no purpose in the broad scheme of things. He didn’t address my remark afterwards and that was what told me I had fucked up. Normally.