I ordered sparking water and a saag gosht with chapati and dhal. He brought complimetary poppadoms and diced carrot, onion and coriander with lime pic...le and yougurt. It was nice to be back in this cosy place with the soud of soothing, almost indolent Raga music being played on a sitar. I recognised the tune as Raah Bhairavi and smiled - it was Pakistani music; the restaurant was owned by Bangladeshi; but it was called Indian, and it seemed like my waiter was Spanish. The meal arrived and I. ‘Very good, miss, very good.’ There was, though, a message, a message she found later in its silver con­tainer, a message hidden in her… ‘Well done. That’s the ticket! Thought I’d see you in the pink. Thursday evening at the junction. Wait outside the station. Your friend.’ What junction? It must be the station where the trains were joined. It was not, of course, her usual stop. Sally ordinarily just passed through that town and station on the train but this time, on the Thursday evening, she. My imagination got the better of me and I began to tremble. Suddenly I felt her hand on my butt again.“Tell me who you belong to again?”“I belong to you mistress,” I responded.“And exactly how much of you belongs to me, baby?” she asked.I said, “All of me mistress.”“That’s right,” she said as she slowly parted my cheeks and began to run her finger down in between them.I pulled in a deep breath, not knowing what was about to happen.She paused once her finger touched my backdoor.“Who owns you. "I will have to enlist some help." Mom and I talked more about it on the way home. "Mom, I know Matt will not say anything and will help me with this. I know he has some friends that are very ruthless that can take care of something like this and do it very quietly. I'm going to talk to Matt when I get home. Please Mom, don't tell Dad about this, at least right now. He might fly off the handle and blow the whole thing." I understand Chelsea. I won't say anything till you want to."When we.