But although we’d talked about and admitted having feelings for each other, we’d never used the L-word before. She’d never said it, but I also k...ew this was because Veronica sensed I wasn’t ready for this level of honesty yet.But what we’d just seen and heard from back home in Miami had changed all of that. Had changed the rules of the game. Malcolm and Jill had come out of the closet, their love now publicly declared, symbolized by his signet ring hanging around my wife’s neck. And now freed. Knowing his story, the family plotted the next move.The second Saturday after the wedding, Dex had called Coach and invited him to see the dojo and go out for breakfast. Donna took one car and staked out the restaurant, watching for them to finish. She hurried back to the house ahead of them, and sent her parents on their way to pick up Kristen and run back home with her. This was their normal Saturday routine, only slightly delayed. It was a good plan, well executed, and Dex and Coach were. "Charlie smiled. He didn't know either. He had no idea what was ahead ofhim. Maybe Madame Windham was a taskmaster. Maybe she was his guardianangel, a way out of the slum life. He was treating it, as his mother toldhim to, as an adventure.The journey was a short one out of the neighborhood. He could see theother neighborhood children watching him as he rode by in what could bebest described as a majestic carriage. He didn't feel as his fatherdescribed, just as a hired hand.He felt more like. ”“Ok, I have a lot of balls in the air tonight, so maybe I missed something. What am I missing, Trish?”“No Sir! No Trish here! I am your slut, your slave, your cunt, your whore and anything else that you choose to call me, but when I am with you there is no Trish. There is only whatever you want me to be. I need that. I live for that. It is no small thing to me, Master. Please?”I put a bit more into the double nipple pinch, which served to tell her better than any words could, that I had heard.