Trust. I hold it carefully and nest it in the softest gossamer tissue, placing it with infinite care in the most protected vault of my heart, lit like...a treasure in my private gallery.Why are we weeping? I have no idea, but somehow our communication is more profound than mere words can express. I wonder if talking will break the spell, yet there is so much I long to say. All afternoon, while getting ready, I've been practising the words I'm going to use; taking such care over my face, my eyes,. " Wait ... what ... she knew?" I asked."I sent her with the clothes, and told her if you weren't with a female guardian, that she was to become your guardian. Many of my guardians wanted to protect you, especially after..." The last one you assigned me gave me up?" I interrupted."How do you know about that?" he asked."Women gossip," I said. "I guess no one knew they weren't supposed to tell me." That guardian was new," Oliver said in a very morbid tone. "He was deceived by the trackers to. " Brody shrugged. "Looked good, thought I'd try it. Come on, when have I ever let you down with food?" "When you tried to mix red peppers and sauerkraut." Mark shuddered at the memory. "I can't eat either of those things now without flashbacks, thanks to you." "Not every experiment works. We learn from our failures." Mark snorted. "Anyway, I'm not trying that, whatever it is." "Fine, it's not for you anyway, you wuss. It's for Ryan." "What is it with you and cooking for her? Every time I turn. Rita looked up at me with a flirty smile and said, "Yes Sir".Then she retrieved the belt and struck my tits with it so hard I almosttook a step backwards. I bit my lip and my eyes teared up a little. Rita lookedat me and slowly licked her lips tasting me one last time and then she wentto her place on the stage and knelt down to watch as her husband, MasterThomas, had told her to. My tits were still bouncing from that last belt slapfrom Rita. A tear ran down my left cheek as Master Thomas arose.