The whole knob slid up like a lever, before Jenny pushed it back down again then pulled. A blast of cool air hit Mike in the face, and the interior of...the closet was gone. The back wall was now composed of smooth rock, and the light of the room was gobbled up by the cave that had appeared.“Did you get that?” Mike asked Cecilia.“I did,” she answered, staring warily at Jenny. Mike looked at Cecilia, the hint of a memory on his lips, when Jenny grabbed his wrist.“Come on! I can show you how to. His foster parents were cruel to him, they would say things like "that's why your mom gave you up nigger" he was adopted by a racist white couple( odd right). He lived with then from the age of 3 until he was 13. When he was 13 he joined a gang, and went head first into the street life. Selling d**gs, and murdering rival gang members was a like second nature to him. Jay always said that being in a gang was the closest thing he ever had to a family. He and his fellow gang members shared a since. She leaned down with her head between Terry and myself, and said to Terry, “Would it be alright if I took your husband downstairs?”There is no way to put into words the expression on my wife's face. I don't think I've ever seen it again. She sat there for a minute and I wish I knew what she was thinking.“And, you are?”“I'm sorry,” I cut in, “Terry, this is Karen.”I wasn't sure how this was going. I've never had a perfect stranger want to have sex with me, and especially one so young. Terry. ” I said.Julia and Fred exchanged glances. Julia said, somewhat reluctantly, “Master, do you mind if Cindi and I eat inside? At the table?”Fred wanted to talk to me alone. “sigh Fine.”Julia slid off the top box and said over her shoulder, “C’mon, Cindi. Gehl talk.”Cindi looked at me, smirked and shoulder-shrugged and followed. I was about to be probed and lectured by one of my slaves. It was actually amusing in a way. “Well, Fred, let’s see what secrets you can pry out of this.