"Princess, he has come. He has cometo take your father's kingdom" I had no idea what she was talking about."Who has come?" my soft, feminine voice ask...d."Lord Grandell" she said "He has killed your father and is now lookingfor you, you must hide! Quickly, climb in your wardrobe" she saidpushing me into it. I climbed in and sat on the floor. Feeling the softsatin all around me. I would be in heaven had I not just been told thatsomeone had killed my father to claim his kingdom.Hold on! She called. The lack of grace. The plain face. She couldn't embrace his attraction to her without feeling it was a lesser choice. So, over the past year or so, when she caught him staring, it was annoying.But when she looked into his eyes for only the second time since they were little she realized his eyes had a depth to them, a pool of sadness with quick flickers of amusement at the surface. She would tell him she had lied and made her mom lie. Just not at the moment."So what have you been up to?" she. That you have, in fact, complied with any of the tenets of the BDSM community, especially not 'safe, sane, and consentual.' You are at best a bully, Jeff; at worst, you are guilty of assault, rape, perhaps even murder... though I doubt any jury would ever convict you of murdering someone's spirit, as you obviously have this girl's. Master? You may use the title, but it doesn't suit you at all."As I had hoped, the last little diatribe pushed him over the edge, and he came up out of his seat. Out loud. To her girlfriend. Right in front of me.There was a brief moment of comprehension then Maureen started howling with laughter. Like this was the funniest thing she had ever heard in her life. Ever. She kept cackling like a hyena and looking directly at me.Martha was sitting next to her and beaming proudly. Very pleased with her joke and making her friend laugh. At my expense."My God, he's blushing. It must be true."I felt like running out of the room.?"Of course it's true, tell her.