All of this ran through my mind as I looked into his eyes, searching for I knew not what."This one will break the monotony of Montaigne," Mr. Oldham s...id, handing me a book. "Don't tell Suz I loaned it to you. Her appreciation of fine literature is limited," he said as he turned to leave."Thank you, Sir," I called after him.I looked at the cover of the book, Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck, and wondered what Suzanne could find objectionable about me reading the Steinbeck book.Stephanie was. I briefly held her hand as we exchanged cards. She seemed to have lost her train of thought. ‘Do people call you Liz or Beth or Elizabeth?’ ‘Actually my family calls me Betty but it is really your choice.’ ‘I am just plain Carl.’ ‘Where in Texas are you from? Austin?’ ‘I live and work in Austin but I am from a small coastal town called Felicity. Have you heard of it?’ ‘No, good name for a town though.’ ‘You’re not from here either are you?’ ‘No, Chicago. I was sent to convince our corporate. "I trust you are relaxed now."She blushed an even deeper shade of red and nodded. He helped her off the desk and to the door, making sure she had her books and towel. He watched, smiling, as she headed unsteadily out of the main office to the hall, and on to her class.His secretary stared at him. He shrugged, "Monday's are always the hardest on the Program Participants, they really need help understanding what's going to happen the rest of the week." The secretary nodded and smiled at him,. Then it was told to come stand before Master so that He may inspect His property. The slave made sure that everything was well cleaned and shaved before it got out of the shower. Then it did its make up and hair in a way that would please Master making sure to use plenty of mascara like Master liked for it to do. (Master does LOVE the tear tracks! ). It then went into the room where Master was and presented itself to be inspected. Master made sure that the slave's pussy was shaved to his.