In the final image, the blonde girl and I are entwined in a kiss.The dominatrix looks on with a laugh. I find this last image somewhatpuzzling, althou...h kissing that girl seems like a reward well worthwaiting for. Why is she laughing? Is she just happy to have found anew... a new what? slave? plaything? And is that plaything really me?What could any of this mean? I flick to the next, but that's the endof the pictures, the rest of the roll is perfectly blank. Damn, and Ireally want to know what. You can lend me to other men or whore me out if you chose, but I will remain yours and I will be compelled to return to Faeton when you die even if you give me to someone else. "There is only one rule and it is absolute. Under no circumstances are you to reveal my existence or that of other elves to a human woman. If you do, I will be whisked away back to Faeton and the woman's memory erased."So basically, I'm you're little slave. Ohhhhhhhh." Her back arched as her finger finally brought her to. A few moments after entering the tent, she had emerged with a basket with fruit and a bottle of water in it. He was going to eat something, even if it killed him. And the thought in her head at that time was… he had better eat, or she might make him wish he were dead with the verbal lashing that she would give him. She opened the canvas again, this time bearing fruits and water only to stop and shake her head. She couldn’t believe that he had actually gotten out of bed and was getting dressed.. .and she’s BUSY, whadda wan’t.’? I was veeery annoyed, and it reflected in my voice. ‘Oh, this is Mandy, tell her to leave. .NOW’ ‘Why’? ‘Drug Squad on the way, will be there soon, tell her, leave NOW’!. The phone went dead. I look at Angel, seductivley spread out before me and weigh up the situation, deciding cowardness is better part of valour. ‘C’mon, Darling, havt’a leave, now, will explain later’. I give her a hand to get her off the bed and help her into her dress, I throw on my trousers.