.." The first word from your mouth will be Master. The last word from yourmouth will be Master. Understand?" Lila's voice was colder now, heranger evi...ent. A wise slave paid heed to her Master's moods.Lilianne hesitated for another heartbeat. "Master, I understand,Master." In slave talk." Master, this girl understands, Master." Better. I may not have to whip you tonight after all."Lilianne drew in a sharp breath at Lila's casual statement, but itdrove home her current situation. It was limited,. I readily accepted advice on caring for my undies having been told that, whilst I'd be well off, I wouldn't have enough cash to throw away. I was instructed in basic home care - a woman's place and all that - cooking - ironing - how to use washing machines - food mixers - to eat like a woman and to sip my drinks daintily. But perhaps the most important lessons were in choosing what clothes to wear - what one could or couldn't wear on certain occasions, what would or would not go with something. "Welcome to the Devil's Lair," I mused to myself as I swung back and forth in the hammock. I was sitting upright and sideways with my arms out-stretched and my feet dangling. I watched Jennifer and our evening's guest as they approached on the twilit beach. Kimberly looked gorgeously civilized next to the accompanying dark and savagely naked teenager. Kimberly had somehow reclaimed an outfit from the plane's salvage. The designer safari clothes were clean and tailored even if slightly wrinkled.. "It's me, Clay Falk. I come tovisit Wilma." M'seur Falk, welcome. Wilma will be so 'appy to see you." The slot closed. Clayheard a "click" and the deep burgundy colored door opened wide. Lady Cerisestood just inside. She was a tall, full-figured woman probably in her midthirties. She wore a violet silk dress cut to accent her Rubinesque figure. Herdark brown hair was a mass of tight curls."Wilma is in the parlor." She offered Clay her arm. He took it and walked withher into House.The parlor was.