I was somewhat intrigued by the perspective. That being said, I neither have, nor particularly desire, any practical experience in D/S relationships o... master/slave relationships (which this one might be, although the term makes me uncomfortable). OK, all of that is my long winded way of saying that this is a D/S story. I put it in Romance because I prefer that category and because it has no whips, chains, ropes, kinky sex, etc. so I thought the BDSM fans would be disappointed by it. The style. However, the longer the cockroaches stay in any one place the wider theaffected area becomes. It also means that more things must change.That's why there are reality readjustors.We put things back - sort of, anyway.The biggest problem - at least as far as I can see - is no one reallyknows who or what actually changes as a result of these collapsingpieces of reality caused by the nibblings of any individual realitycockroach. More often than not it takes about a dozen cockroach inducedreality. “Yes.”“How about in your drawers?”“Yeah.”Her translucent eyes shifted left and she bobbed her rust-red brows. “How about the chair?”“The cha…?” Kellen turned and spotted a pair of pristinely ironed grey slacks hanging off the vanity chair. It had been in plain view of Emma the entire time. “You couldn’t have said that first?”“They were so obvious, I thought you saw them but wanted another pair,” she said, yawning once more and smacking her tongue and lips. She rolled over again onto her. Her ass swings up and down while she walks. Most of the time she used to wear nightie with low neck and she wont wear anything inside (came to know later).Now coming to the story around two months went by. One fine Sunday she called me and asked whether I had any work. I asked her what was the matter, she told that she had to buy something and enquired whether I can drop her in the market since the weather was too hot it will be difficult to travel in bus. I agreed to drop her since I had.