I got up after the last one and look at all four of them. They were sensing there was something else. Finally, Otton spoke up, “There is something e...se, Alexa. What is it? What else do you want to have happen?”“Can you let me have b**st now? Like he had me on the planet, but this time because I want him to and not because someone forced him to? Is that too disgusting?”“You are the most open, honest, and caring person we have ever known. You have accepted us and cared for us and pleased us even. I never saw a dog look depressed, but Dog did. He followed me to the truck. I opened the door and he knew enough to get inside. There was no joy in his demeanor. He just looked sad."It's probably the drugs they shot you full of so they could give you the bath." I said aloud to him. "So Dog what do you think of the truck?" He didn't answer or show that he even heard me."I know you feel like shit Dog, but believe me I didn't have anything to do with what happened to you boy." I was careful not to. .." she whispered, her fingers stopping my lips before I could utter another word. Her body, lithe and graceful, slid around mine so that she was looking down into my face. "I want you inside me once more before you leave," she said, her eyes urgently pleading with me. Her lips quivered as she spoke, and her fingers slid down my throat to rest on my chest, seeking out the beating of my heart. We melted into each other slowly, the taste of one another stirred by the cautious touch of our. Price paid his servants well. However, like Abby’s salary had always been, most of their pay was deposited in an off shore bank, and no records were kept of the staff payroll. Periodically, each servant would receive a statement from the bank of how much they had in their accounts. They received only a little in the way of cash. They didn’t need money in their pockets. None of them had any family to support and, since they lived on Mr. Price’s property, either in the main house or servant’s.