About the same age I guess, seven, with long dark hair, and a darker tan than Pammy. She was also wearing a summer dress, white cotton... and similar white sandals to Pammy. I said “Hello, who have we here?” She smiled real big again, and I marveled at what a beautiful face she had. Pretty green eyes, smooth features, and slim build. Pammy pipes up saying, “Oh. This is my bestest friend, Rachel. Rachel, this is. My wife and I had a mutual friend, Eric. Eric worked as a fundraiser for the large charities of our city. This was the perfect job for him as his powerful charm, imposing presence, height and masculine build lent him an air of total authority. It was easy to see how Eric charmed old society women into writing large checks for whatever cause or artistic endeavor he was pushing at the moment.My wife and Eric had been spending an inordinate amount of time with each other that season. My wife was. Just tell me what to do and I will help you take both of them and anyone else you want.”I put on my best skeptical look and said, with as much menace as I could muster, “Bullshit. I don’t believe you’re ready. That whole speech tells me you still have way too much spirit. You think you can please me but you haven’t a clue.”“I swear Master, I would die for you if that’s what you wanted. Test me if you don’t believe me.”Well, that was an idea. For a second, I actually thought about freeing one of. She said it was fine. She was making dinner anyways. He ran to a jewelry store and picked out what he thought was something quite special. He had them wrap it up too. Now, he felt a little better. Meantime, she needed something out of the garage. She walked in and got it. Looking around, she saw the stack of papers. She wondered. She walked over and looked at them a little, but without reading them at all. That was at first, of course, and she headed back inside. She stopped. She turned around..