It was a main part of my games that everybody loved. And it kept a game master on their toes because it could completely derail a planned adventure fr...m what was written and scripted into a three day long adventure to solve something random that just happened (in one case it was rescuing a cousin of one of the characters from a slave gang).Chapter 10Yes, the “gold strike” up in the hills (along with the hyper inflated prices of any gold prospecting equipment) was something I had used many times. That was my normal food as his slave girl. I had got usedto eating always on my knees with my hands held behind my back so I managed toeat without toppling over. Because it was Christmas he gave me some of hisbones and made me lick the plate clean when he had finished. I was very thirstyand watching him drink all the beer was pure torture for me. Eventually,because it was a special day, he spat a mouthful of wine in my mouth. ?That?sfor being a good little slave slut,? he said as he continued. You really left a lasting impression on me. Memories of you will stay with me forever. I can still remember that afternoon that we shared. You were amazing. I’m in my mid thirties now and I have never experienced an encounter like that before then or since then. We met in Psyche class, just a few days earlier. When I invited you back to my place for a quick lunch together, you really took me by surprise when you accepted my invitation without hesitation. Almost as if you were waiting for the. She’d squealed and hugged Mama like it was going out of style. ‘Oh Jeanie, it’s gorgeous! I wonder how they got all that gold glitter to form such perfect circles on the inside?’ She wonders aloud. ‘It wasn’t easy. Trust me on that one.’ His mother assures her. It would come to be her favorite on the tree. Then, there was the green pine cone that she had made when she was in the fourth grade. Most of the paint had faded off and the tinsel, which had once been glued carefully with her nine year.