In order to become Master’s full time slave I needed to be willing to move in with him and get a tattoo proclaiming I was property of Master Ross ei...her above my ass or below my belly button. I had written it in permanent black marker for Master’s temporary approval. It was getting closer to me being done with school and I was ready to move in with Master. As the time grew closer, Master Ross informed me that he had taken in a sub to live with him and I was still needed but Master’s time had. He flexed his andro-defined muscles, displayed some of his flamboyant tattoos, smiled at his mini-skirted girlfriends in the stands, pushed at his colorful wristbands, tightened his fancy batting gloves, shook down the pants that hung over his shoe tops, nubbed one back to the pitcher and trotted along the base line, tossing his bat in the general direction of the bat boy, and then meandering over toward the dugout and doffing his helmet as the throw arched to first and the umpire languidly. Pakua gave a distinctive Hopewell grunt, one Mark had come to realize was the English equivalent of "don't mention it."The night seemed very quiet after all the shooting. Mark kept scanning with the night- scope, but could find no more targets. "Kara, how was your shooting?" Almost too easy. I fired one full clip. I think 14 dead-on hits and 1 probable." I'm feeling the same. Fired 5 clips, at most five non-lethal shots, everything else dead- on. I think we've just taken out at least 85 Paleo.. His parents had rented a place with a pool and we wasted no time being in. It was summer and hot, so him having a pool was all the better. His parents were gone in the morning and wouldn't be home until midnight or later, so I came over as soon as I could. We changed into shorts and went out to the pool. We splashed around for about 10 minutes, then sat at the edge, only our heads above water, sitting on the stairs below the surface. He scooted over towards me, looked me in the eyes and as he.