Sunday was a beautiful warm September day. Sherry and I were discussing visiting her parents when the doorbell rang. Sherry looked surprised as she st...od to answer the door. Very seldom did we get company before noon on Sunday."Lance Edwards!" gasped Sherry. "Helen Hamilton, too! Please come in! I'm Sherry Stanton. I guess you already met my husband, Mike?"I had quickly stood and gone into the living room when I heard Sherry announce Lance's name. No sense making it too easy for that bastard to. His interest was not just the locality he was an avid follower of what was happening in the world outside of his constraints. His study would have satisfied any lecturer in Oxford, Cambridge or any other seat of learning. Around every wall of this large study were desktops fixed to the wall without legs which would have impeded his wheelchair. He had a very serious computer set-up with a thirty inch monitor. Then there were three thirty six inch televisions tuned to different news channels and. After the 10 strokes I feltterrible- I went to rub my bottom but he pushed my hands away. ? No-you are toleave it alone. Now thank me nicely for your punishment>???????????? I sobbedand muttered ?Thank you, John.???????? ??????????? He said?What was that? A slave calling her Master by his first name? Oh no, we?ll havenone of that. You will call me ?Master? or sometimes ?Master John? but neverjust ?John. My wife, Brenda, you will address as Mistress. As a slave, youshould have known that, so to. " Does it help?" I asked, applying a little more elbow grease to the stubborn metal, my reflection slowing becoming clearer."A little. Sometimes I wish I could find someone and start a family, before it's too late." She shook her head ruefully and snorted. "But that's not going to happen. I'm married to my work and I love what I do. I saw what happened to Gene and her husband and I'm not sure I could handle it." She kicked him to the curb when he kept insisting she wait on him hand and foot.