He drops to his knees and looks up expectantly."Slave, are you ready to become the woman of your dreams?" Oh yes, Mistress!" I think you owe us someth...ng first, don't you?He gets excited and replies, "God yes, Mistress!"He leans forward and tries to stick his head under my skirt.Chapter 45I slap the back of his head, and growl, "not that slave! How dare youpresume!" I...I...I'm sorry Mistress." Crawl over to the sofa like a dog!"Ed crawls over to sofa and looks up at me from hands and. It was Sally all dressed up for the prom."Boy do you look beautiful, Sally! I always thought you were really cute, but dressed like that, it seems like I have lost my little girl and gained a beautiful young lady in her place. Has Myrna seen you yet?" Yes, silly, who do you think helped me get my hair and makeup done? Do you really think I look beautiful, Dad?" Yes, Sally, I do, and I always knew you would be when you grew up. I remember that dirty faced little girl who looked so cute when I. It was some sight too. She was wearing tight jeans and a thin top with no bra underneath, not that she needed one; she was not scrawny thing either. Tak was going thought basic blocks and counters to attacks; she was quick leaner. After an hour, Tak called a halt."Go in and cook while Jon and I have a talk," he said.After Sally had disappeared inside Tak sat next to him."Ok son what now?" he asked."To be honest father, I don't know," he said, "my first priority is to get well then try and find. He was recovering from a cycling accident, as far as I could tell he had been training for a cycling race when he was hit by a car. He didn't speak about his accident but he had cruched ribs and was more or less immobile until they healed. I used to make sure I was the one who did the bulk of the caring for Mr Bartholemew, I told myself it was because it was important to his healing to have a familiar face, actually I just enjoyed his company, he never complained and always asked how I was, we.