Toh maine bolna shuru kiya, “Mera naam Sanjana hai aur main…” Itne mein hi ek aadmi ne meri baat kaat-te hue bola, “Arey beti Sanjana. Yahaan ...pna parichay aise baith ke nahin diya jaata.”Maine dadaji ki taraf dekha toh woh hass rahe the. Phir maine wapas se aadmi ki taraf dekhte hue poocha, “Toh phir kaise dete hain ji?” Toh woh bola, “Har ek aadmi ke paas jao. Aur usko apna parichay uska chooskar khada karne ke baad do. Phir agle aadmi ke paas.”Aur phir sab log hasne lage. Mujhe laga ki woh. I nodded. Master grabbed the leash and pulled tight. "As you get up, get the rope in front of you then follow me." Master pulled hard and quick almost dragging me, but I got up quickly with the rope as asked.I got bent over a soft but firm surface with my arms stretched out and I couldn't pull them back at all. My ass got smacked hard then I felt Master's hands grasp and inspect it. "No wonder he is being a good bitch. It looks like you broke open that asshole. Good Slut." I winced in pain. It was the last thing I ever thought that I would own. I had gotten along well for many years without one and why should I have one now? My sister Brenda had come to see me, and we discussed the perks of using and owning a personal computer. She convinced me that they are not as intimidating as I had thought. So we went shopping. With her expertise and computer savvy, we brought home a computer that would launch a satellite and set it up. I was able to contract a service provider that same day. “I work the Renaissance Faire circuit.” “Okay.” “My clan, the people I work with, are a good bunch of folks. It is our job to serve the food and drinks to the guests.” “Okay.” “So, our barkeep was in a serious car accident and can’t work the faire this year. We need an experienced barkeep, desperately.” Kennedy smiled. As a professional bartender, she knew she would be perfect for the job. What Dawn didn’t know, was that Kennedy had a secret desire to work at a Renaissance Faire. “Do I.