"Certainly, Sir, the buffet is over there. I will get your drinks and the carafes of O.J." she said, and walked to the waitress' station for the drink....Ken got up and they all left the table and headed for the food. Quickly they piled their selections onto their plates and moved back to the table. When they got back to the table, their drinks were waiting for them, so they sat and started eating. They ate their food for a few minutes, and then Ken looked at Ted's parents.Setting his fork down,. She looked at him indifferently for a few seconds then got up and left the room again. Now he was really crying- sobbing loudly, he didn't care anymore- she didn't love him. She came back after a minute though, and this time without the phone, instead she had a leather whip in her hand and something metallic. "Well slave boy, now you will learn your lesson. You will learn to trust your mistress' judgment". "Yes mistress", he sobbed, "I'm so sorry, thank you mistress". He didn't care what she. She had auburn hair shot through with streaks of stronger coppery red clipped behind in a ponytail and spilling down her back, pulling her hair away from a long smooth delicate neck. This smooth neck supported a face that had piercing green eyes almost feline in shape with high cheekbones with the slightest hint of make up, small slightly upturned nose and pouting full lips in dark rouge which opened to reveal pearlescent white teeth and that sweet tongue again. She wore a plain white. He’d taken her in when she was found on the doorstep as no more than a baby and he was all that she’d ever known, there was no love from him he claimed to have named her for the village but in private confessed many times he had named her for what she was to him, a hex, a witches curse plaguing him. She never truly understood his hatred for her but then again there were many things she didn’t understand. Why her chest protruded in such a way, why her shiny ebony hair was allowed to grow so.