His hands are warm, and the calluses on his hands add to his appeal. My mind wanders to the things he can do to me with them, before answering him. ...Ranting in front of a patient is never good. Can you take off your pants enough for me to check out your hip?" He nods and slides his pants down, and I notice what I knew I would notice from the first time I saw him. He's wearing green boxers, but they are strained from his erection. Now, if it's from me or it's simply a random anomaly, I. " It's a tortilla layer casserole," Donna said. "The two in square dishes are vegetarian. The big ones are ground beef." Mmm. I love you, honey," I said. I kissed Donna soundly. "Thanks for taking up the responsibility of planning dinners for us." Well, as long as I'm going to be here for the summer, I figured this was a job I could do," Donna said. She kissed me again. "Yum. We could do this a lot more, you know. Anyway, I'm planning to spend the day cooking on Saturday so the entire next. Surprising or not, inside my mansion, well, under the mansion if a large dungeon that my father built to keep his slaves, and now that he’s old, it was mine. It is really something that plagues nightmares.The dungeon is 12100 meters squared in area, extending far beyond the mansion itself, but ending somewhere in the large garden of the house.In there are 80 cells, a hundred meters each in area. Yes, that is quite a large area, but my father liked them that way, and so do I. I keep a slave in. He moves over to Anita, one of the single women there, and asks what she wants. Anita says, “I want you to train Brian to be my slave.” Hal simply stares at her until she adds, “He’s the annoying son of my favourite cousin. He’s harassed me for years, and now I want him to spend years pleasing me.”A few minutes later Hal has a training contract signed and put aside before he goes to get Brian. Hal walks onto the stage, approaches where Brian is standing while waiting his turn for the games on.