”“Slave?” Bridget asks, not understanding what the creature wants. “I’m not anyone’s slave.”“You are now unless you want to go the fir...t route,” Xenora makes clear. “You will act like a normal person when you are running things, being the face of the company. But when that time is over, your time is my time. You will be my bitch. You will pleasure me when I say so. And when you are not pleasuring me, you will pleasure Maximus.”“If I do this,” she says. “If I do what you want, this stays our. . that was just wrong.Other than the uncomfortable thoughts, the morning ritual started pretty much as it had the day before. Nobody made any move toward her things while she rinsed off in the shower. Some people looked at her a bit strangely when she went to get in line. As she approached Victoria, she realized that she was carrying her towel much the same way as the cartoon had her holding Blue Boy. She shifted her hold uncomfortably.As before, she excused herself to hand her things to a. “I don’t expect anyone to come over,” I told her while trying to keep any suspicion out of my voice, “but the family pack pricing for the steaks made buying them the best value. I’ll grill just one tonight unless someone pops in unexpectedly. If not, then I’ll just freeze the rest of them.”She handed me my change and leaned closer. I could smell the scent of Herbal Essence shampoo when she asked, “Did my dad mention that our television is in the shop?”“Yeah, he said that the tuner went out or. It was the mother-in-law's van arriving, but it wasn't her, it was Carola coming in her mother's car.She came from the gym, I guessed that they had changed cars there, she asked me to help her carry something that she and her mother had bought, from the back of the truck we took out a big box, it was a climber, she had been at the gym and was all sweaty and came with some cotton-licks still a little wet all over, that outlined her body, her hair damp from sweat was dry and stuck to her back..