Steffie was confused. “What do you mean?” he asked. “What should I say? You mean, like, ‘Yes, Ma’am’?”“Sure, that will do,” answered...Sierra. “Or, maybe, ‘Yes, Mistress’ might be more appropriate. Let’s hear it.”“Yes, Mistress,” Steffie answered humbly. In a way, just saying the word “Mistress” gave Steffie a bit of a thrill. Was she going to be his Mistress? he wondered.“Okay. So, we have all afternoon with you before the guys get back,” said Sierra. She stopped, looking around the room a bit.. And growing up, there were tons of fights and arguments, all completely stupid according to his baby sister. However, the phrase ‘family’s got your back’ was he and his siblings motto. He and his brothers could beat each other to a bloody pulp, however anyone else tried to touch a Marks sibling and they all came down on your head with the wrath of hell. Even if his mother refused to put up with the fighting between her sons and nothing made the wife of Anthony Marks sad or angry while his. I was saved from revolt and overthrow several times by loyal and true landsmen and lands women who quickly revealed the overheard plotters and mischief makers. I in turn continued to rule with a hand so light as to be upholding instead, any farm ranch or orchard I directed my attentions toward profited greatly as a result, and I had a reputation for ‘blessing’ the tenants whom I counseled of the tested and tried methods I had learned of in my readings to better their yields and harvests.I. I took a smaller portion and sat at the kitchen table with him. “Got a date with Laura?”“Yeah. Friday night. Her husband is going to be gone for the weekend. We are going to a club for dinner and dancing and then back to her place. I don’t know what time I will get home.”“That sounds nice.” I tried to smile like I was happy for him. Which I was. I was just feeling sorry for myself. I had to admit to myself that I was jealous. Not of him or his affair with Laura but of what they had. Why.