As awareness and memory after memory came crashing in, things went frombad to horrible. I remembered the start of the evening. I rememberedAngel and M...scles. I remembered lots of terrible stuff from the RamrodClub. I remembered Henry and Mike and the ride home. I remembered thepolice. I remembered the shame and humiliation and pain. The worstthough, was the memory of the feeling that stirred within me when Miketook me slowly, like making love to a woman, and how right it felt. Then,I remembered. I was proud of myself. “If you don’t leave, I’ll kill you myself,” she muttered. I gave a light tap on my horn. Not loud enough to wake anyone, but loud enough to let her know I’m serious. “Need any more encouragements?” I asked her lightly. She didn’t reply, but I could hear her cursing under her breath. A minute later, a figure clad in a terry cloth bathrobe snuck out of the door and crossed the street. I leaned over and unlocked the passenger side door. She slipped in and glared at me. “What. The journey was long, and made longer by the horses and extra water they had to carry through the dry hills of Parthia and the arid plains surrounding Mesopotamia and the Levant. By the time they had crossed the Tigris River, the celestial marker the Master had spoke of was plain to see in the western skies. A star, many scores of times brighter than any other in the sky, hung low on the horizon from early in the afternoon until late in the morning. It was so bright that only the sun at its. They completed the task and handed their collars to Michael. Syndee was the first done. As she put it in Michael’s hand, he said, “Okay with this collar you are accepting my ownership over you slave Syndee. You are agreeing to all my rules and promise to follow them to the letter and to submit your body to me. Do you agree to this?”“Yes Sir,” Syndee said in answer and lifted her hair to allow Michael to place the collar around her neck.Once the collar was fastened in place Michael spoke again,.