Up on the loft Elisabeth opened her bag and took out bed sheets. Then she hesitated and looked at me."I wonder if there still are bed sheets in that c...oset," she said and walked over to the built in cupboard where grandma always had kept the linen. "Oh yes there are. And they still have that smell of summer and the herbs grandma put in. I will use on of these. It will be lovely."I helped her make up the bed she had chosen in the girls' part of the room. There was no dividing lining any more but. " You took fifteen years of your mother raising you and threw it straightback in her face," dad says. "She told me to tell you that you'regrounded for a week." Ah, so you didn't so much 'grow' a pair as you didborrow mum's, I think as I groan as dad's feeble attempts to disciplineme."How is that even remotely fair?" I ask. "What does she expect me to do,just break up with Ollie because he's not enough like the meatheads mumkeeps trying to push on me?" If your mother says a boy is appropriate. When we halted in front ofthe Summerhouse I was panting heavily, and dripping with sweat. The cart wasrelieved of its burden; hands pulled my reins over my head and I was led offbe to tethered out of the way. I soon became certain that my Mistress was leadingme from an evocative whiff of Her delicate scent, and the soft swish of Hersilken garments as She moved along. She tied me to the fence and left, to returnshortly with water. I drank and, more and more certain that it was indeeedShe who. ’ Then he grinned. It was a truly evil grin. He continued, ‘I will provide everything you need to start the business. You will not need to pay me back any of the monies I place into your business. All you will need to do is provide me an occasional favor and some crematorium time.’ I began to wake up. This man’s organization produced a waste disposal problem that could not be solved by putting the trash out by the curb. I also realized that I might become one of these disposal problems if I.