“Morning Jack” I said, casually leaning up against the window between the hall and the kitchens. He was a bit surprised to see someone up as early...as him and I heard a gentle crash of plates as he heard me. I grinned as he came up to the window.“Erm, morning Gabriel. What’re you doing up this early?” Jack may not have had the prettiest of faces, but my God did he look good in a tight white overall. Sometimes I wondered whether he actually wanted it to be that size in a boy’s only school. Nah,. The night finally arrived. They drove to the ball in the big car with the driver. Her master looked impressive in his tux. B had her clothing and collar and was led into the ball on the leash held by her master. Slowly, they made their way in, waiting to be announced as they entered the ballroom. Many of the slaves were just naked, especially males. A few of the female slaves were dressed in garb, both intricate and revealing.The nobles assessed the slaves with interest. B felt proud to receive. This made me think that why couldn’t I be “complete woman” . Even I love him more than sunita and I want the same love back from him. My mind was running in thoughts , what amit wants from me?. Does he want me to conceive from him ? But I didn’t felt a great deal in that coz I wouldn’t be denying him for making me pregnant, I love him very much. I felt that this not a valid reason for his sadness, its something else. May be I should respect sunita coz she’s amit’s first wife, but my mind and. Zero, zip, nada. He had thought that maybe the carnival atmosphere might make the girls more receptive to his charms, but that had not been the case. Like every other Saturday night since puberty, Steve found himself womanless. Women found his charms, his lines, his deodorant and aftershave, in fact every thing about him, eminently resistible. Even Fat Ginny, who, rumor had it, slept with ANYONE, had turned him down with the old "Let's just be friends." line. Steve looked at the brass covered.