" Then Master asked the slave, "Then as My slave it will do as I wish and say without question, is that correct?" "Of course, Master, this slave is ...ours totally and completely." The questions that Master were asking this slave really had it wondering just what it was that Master had planned and expected of it. Once Master and this slave adjourned to the bedroom, Master sat down on the bed and motioned for the slave to sit at His feet. Master stroked its hair as He began to explain and. It had once been her assistant, Kara. Kara of the beautiful hair. She would be just like Bella now. Pale, hair limp and lifeless. Slowly turning dark without the sun to bleach it a fiery gold. Bella's hair had always been dark. She used to be jealous of Kara, now Bella only wanted to hold the girl and tell her that everything would be all right. But it wouldn't. Things would never be all right ever again. Because they were well and truly fucked in every sense of the word. The call would bring. It hasn’t been ‘around the clock’ but I think both of us used the other to make up for lost time. Or lost something. Or maybe just because we REALLY enjoyed loving each other in physical ways as well as so many others.“At least let’s get the hell out of town for a couple of nights so we can call it a honeymoon.” I eyed her.She smiled. “If you insist.”“Nice hotel. Good restaurants...”“A movie. Take me out to the movie. Guys’re supposed to take their girls to movies. It’s part of the courtship. I expect that as long as they don't have to actually think about pulling the trigger so that they cause death of a possibly sentient (though from your description I'm not sure how they classify the Sa'arm as sentient) being. That they would prefer us not to know how to get around the galaxy is undoubtedly true. The thing is I can't blame them for their paranoia. We are at least as dangerous as our closest companions and worst enemies.If you don't understand that last then I'll just say that.