‘Slave, don’t you dare knock more than once. Do I really have to punish you already?’ She sighed and said ‘Get on all fours and follow me…NO...’ Without saying a word, I obediently follow her into her living room, wondering what she is thinking.‘Kneel in front of the chair over there slut’ I do as I’m told and wait for her next command. I see her go over to her drawers and take out a box. I try to peek over and see whats inside. She sees me looking and sharply says ‘Did I tell you ,you can look?. He absolutely doted on her and when she told him she would be taking some art lessons from the one and only Coretta James, he got all excited and asked if there was any chance she could get a portrait of herself done. Andrea thought that would be asking a lot and would probably be way too expensive but she told him she'd ask. Very much to her surprise, Mrs. James thought it was a great idea because she'd already made plans for me to start doing oil portraits that winter. Andrea could pose for. Monday.It was two days after my junior year of college and I was driving up to Lake Wisconsin for one week of fishing. I had rented a cabin and a boat. We had been going up there ever since I was old enough to hold a fishing rod in my hand. My parents first agreed to my going alone when I turned seventeen under the condition that I call every night. Every summer since, I’ve been going up and still call home every night.The three hour drive was a breeze, making one stop for gas. I got to Moon. Her flight in had been late arriving and she pretty much fell asleep in the car on the drive up here.Mark and I, since he wouldn't leave me to go with the two sister's when invited, were left alone to our own accord, a good time to work on my tan in my two piece bathing suit as I was unable to go swimming with the cast on. I could now walk with only the slightest limp but could not let the bandages get wet."Mark it's too hot, get in the water." No I'm okay, maybe later." You're pissing me off,.