It was not written with theintent to portray them in any way, but there were a number of coincidentalaspects of the story that turned out to have an u...canny similarity to what theyshare, both as a couple and as a Master and His slave. It was my intent,however, to attempt to describe the depth of their commitment to each other asthey make their mutual journey. I am profoundly renewed by their relationshipand all that it signifies. My gratitude to them both is heartfelt and sincere. I had done. " I can't wait to hear about them," I told her. I gave her a kiss, and went off to my computer. I spent the next half hour quickly editing the images captured by the video camera in the living room. I got rid of some of the repetitive shots of Becky wandering around cleaning and reading (though I kept some; she looked delicious). I then took a selection of the last few days and cued it up.I turned on the TV and muted it so that we could talk. I went to the couch where Becky was and said, "Sit. Clever girl, I thought to myself. “I’ve been well, just working a lot, really.” She said, as she struggled to keep composure. “But honestly, I am reading a new book...” She knew this was a losing battle, but she couldn’t stop it when it felt so good. Her breaths became labored. I pretended to listen to the conversation going on between Angus and Vinny. Meanwhile I moved my fingers in and out of her tight little pussy. “Excuse me. I need to use the ladies room” I pulled my fingers out of her,. Once I saw that face, it broke my heart into a billion pieces. I cradled her face, kissing her cheeks as I looked into her eyes. Are you okay baby? I ask worried. Im fine daddy. she says as I wipe away one of her tears. Then whats this? I ask brushing away her hair over her forehead to see a mark from one of the rocks. It was dripping blood. Its nothing.. she says as she pushes my hand away. I sit her up and grab a bottle of water and a Band-Aid I found in the glove box. Sit still baby. I say.