Worse, how she died seemed so trivial. According to the people who were there — she worked in a classified facility, so Kevin had never actually see... her office — she was in the break-room, getting something from one of the lower shelves, and somehow (no one was admitting to culpability) a cabinet door above was left open. As she stood up, she cracked her head into the corner of the door. Hard, but no significant harm done. A little bleeding, a bump, but not enough, she felt, to warrant even. Her eyes widened with apprehension."We've already got a child, Karen, let's build a home for her ... together."Tears filled her eyes and she threw herself at me sobbing. Her mother was crying and her father was blowing his nose."Why is Karen crying, daddy?" Because I'm silly, darling," she laughed, "and because I love your daddy very much. He's a very nice man."My phone rang then and I turned away to take the call from Brenda, Poppy's mum."Hello?"She sounded breathless as usual when she asked. Are you pleased with their accommodations?" Of course I am, girl – if I was not, they would not be here and something else would be in their place." Minerva looked at Wendy, judging her."You pass nicely, girl. I gather that Antoinette has chosen your outfit for the evening?" Yes, Madame, I'm to be dressed as a French maid - a somewhat less revealing outfit than that costume generally involves – but I'm told I look lovely in it."The elderly Dominant leaned down."Are you prepared to handle. Now I'm wondering whether I'm the same as Rose: destined to be always searching for new partners. Perhaps, I'm thinking, this explains why I've already had three boyfriends since April and am now searching for another. It was naughty Rose who suggested that perhaps I like Carlo because I don't see him all that often, and that I'm secretly turned on by the fact that he takes other girls to his bed. And that I get, "...really fucking horny", as she put it, thinking about him having sex with other.