“Has it been fascinating enough to want to meet Gordon?” A raised eyebrow suggested that something more than a conventional introduction was in he... mind.Allison looked warily across her glass. “You’re not suggesting an ‘Allison this is my kinky slave-friend, Gordon’ type of meeting are you?”Cerys grinned cheekily, leading Allison to think that was exactly what she had planned. “It depends,” Cerys said.” If you’ve found it as fascinating as you say, I’d love to show him off to you and it will. ?When do I need to decide? she asked, not even recognising her own voiceHe looked at her expectantly, than answered completely coolly?I’ll give you five minutes?It felt more like he had punched her in the stomach. She hugged herself, as she sobbed on the floor. All her friends, her family. Her job, her life. She worried about the pain, the humiliation and degradation. Would she even be the same person any more, if? she was his what? Slave? Would she give up her freedom, even herself for what??. Dulgan was first, sitting up abruptly.“Ghah! Wha’ happened?” The Dwarf demanded.“I don’t know.” John admitted. “But we’ve got to move; help me get her up!”“I’m up! I’m up.” Veronyka protested. “Just give me a second.”“I don’t know if we have a second!” John argued.“All right,” Veronyka levered herself over to a knee, “I’m coming. I’ll be ... right ... b—what the ... hell?”John looked at her, then followed her gaze through the clearing dust.“Thedus?” Dulgan gasped.He took off at a. I was going to take her to the city where we was hoping not to see anyone we knew. I was going to take her out to dinner and then to a nice hotel downtown. We met as planned after nervously waiting to see her park her car in a storage shed I had rented. She was always stunning without all the fancy clothes and makeup, but she blew me away when she came walking out from parking her car. She had on a nice summer dress that showed the tan that had always hid from us with her conservative clothes.