I asked her a question, ‘Why no kids? Who didn’t want them you or your hubby?’ ‘I wanted kids more than anything. We never used birth control....Ron was tested. He was fine. The problem was mine.’ My question had triggered sadness. She sat quietly, so I jumped to another subject, ‘Let’s delay desert and coffee and I’ll give you the quick tour before it gets too late.’ The greenhouse was a delight for her. So was the pool that went from indoors, under a wall to outdoors. She liked the bright art. Do you understand? Yes, Sir. Third thing. You will never make eye contact with me inside or outside of the dungeon. I may make it with you, but you will never initiate it. That doesnt mean your head always has to be down outside of the dungeon, it just means no eye contact. Do you understand? Yes, Sir. Last thing for now. You are not my slave outside of the dungeon. You are my partner. I expect you to obey me and always be respectful, but I am not interested in a simpering weakling who has. I had already beaten him 4 out of 5 times. He looked like he was getting pissed. “Let’s raise the stakes on this stupid fucking game!” He said. “We’ll play strip. For every time one of us wins, the loser has to take something off. Deal?” I figured why not, we were both wearing basically the same amount of clothing. First game, I win. Greg loses a shirt. Second, I lose. I take off one sock, haha! Next I win again, off with Greg’s shorts. Now he’s sitting there wearing socks, shoes & boxer. A went into effect we both dutifully paid our tax and both agreed that it was a good thing, maybe me more so than John. It went on like this for a while but since my income was considered my spending money I soon started to miss the extra money. Without telling John I decided to to sign up for community service so I could keep my extra spending money for myself. I mean, what can I say, I like to shop! The way it works is once signed up for community service, each white person is matched up.