Once he was comfortable he pressed the black button imbedded into the top of the side table.It was a silent summons from his den, but it was not silen... in the young maid's quarters upstairs, and in seconds she appeared in the doorway wearing her frilly maid's uniform."Sir, what may I..." she caught her breath, stopping in mid sentence at suddenly seeing the trussed-up woman on the rug in front of the fireplace. She timidly looked at Thornton and curtsied and whispered:"Thank you, sir," she. Perhaps not. I was always doing her bidding during these playtimes. While I painted I was the master. When that ended she became the Mistress. I was never happier than when I could come at her command. If she decided she was hungry she might taste my milk, but not often. The portrait was almost complete. We were having our usual Friday sitting. I was putting final touches on the painting. She was humming. "I think perhaps one more session will be all I need, Gwendolyn. Next week I should finish. All of us guys were sure he never stopped to think about what he was saying as one hunk of bull-shit followed another. The more outrageous the bull-shit the faster it came. According to him he was the best at anything he touched and had done everything there was to do. If that wasn’t enough he was constantly going on about how he could do anything he wanted and not suffer any consequences because he was always in the right. He was so boastful he had even at one time or another told all us guys. It wasn't until the third day when it started to go sour, but even then you didn't do anything about it. You even told the others not to worry and that it would be all right. Were you in denial, or did you really think that everything would still turn out okay?"Just one more day," you said, each morning of the week, and now look what happened. You of all people should have known better, and now you have no one to blame but yourself.I know you're standing there thinking of all the time and.