“What about my dinner?” I asked the two of them what I was supposed to eat.“We are happy to share, Master!” Stacy joked, and I spanked her acr...ss the bottom twice with the wooden rod. She explained more seriously that they aren’t permitted to cook. I asked them why and they begrudgingly admitted they had been known at times to spit in previous Masters food if given the opportunity.I scrounged around for something to eat while I waited for a response from their mother. She finally responded, and. ....... Was she? Was she a he? I could not tell or be certain so tact played the better of me and I preferred to think of her as all female. "Hello" I replied "I think I missed you earlier when you came in earlier" I said finally rotating the keys as the alarm inside went into its final frenzy before setting itself. "Looks like you’ve just raided the shop with that hold all, that and the guilty look" she said. I think she had me weighed up all too quickly, did I look that guilty?! "The hold all. He was deeply disappointed when she chose Ebenezer as her husband, and she still recalled the lustful looks he gave her. Surely if any lust was strong enough to weather this affliction, it was his for her. He was not yet married, and she went to him secretly. He was friendly enough, but there was no spark. He seemed unusually oblivious to her hints about sexual availability, and when she finally asked him directly, he blandly said he had no interest. He recalled that he used to, but he didn't. ”“So, you’re just going to be your normal self, huh?” she joked. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and left with the ticket and confirmation and headed home. Friday night the pain was getting better thanks to the sugar pills, but I thought better of attempting the arduous climb up the stairs and even had to turn down Cindy’s offer to cuddle because I was still feeling a little too much pain. I had never really thought I had the bullshit gene in my DNA, but it was there alright. I do remember.