" Why?" pressed Carrie.Margaret groaned, "Because they're likely to do something stupid if there's no one here to keep an eye on them." Like what?" as...ed Carrie starting to worry."Like invite girls around or get into the booze cabinet," explained their exasperated mother. "They're at that age were they need to be kept an eye on." Like you were at sixteen," chuckled Carrie as she'd remembered some of the things her older sister had done when they were growing up.Margaret snorted down the phone,. Meanwhile, there was no obvious way to get onto the top bunk, except by stepping onto the lower one and hoisting yourself up on like you’d jump on a horse’s back without a saddle. Conversely, there was also no obvious way to get down again, except for jumping down onto the pitch-dark cave floor and hoping for the best, I supposed.I regarded both bunks by the dim light of my cellphone’s glow – because there were also no lamps – and chewed my lip. I didn’t want to be boxed in, and I really didn’t. Her blue eyes were down turned. Collared with the leash in her palms, she awaited my response. "Very good, my sweet slut." You have pleased, your Master. Hand me the leash. Listen to the metal click, as I attach it to the D-ring. Click! Click! Now tell me how you feel?" I feel wet. I feel slutty! I feel...I feel!"I stroked her black hair, and wiped a tear of joy off her left cheek. I knew exactly how she felt, for I have experienced this level of gratitude many times. The joy of service to one. “Oh, Will, thanks for calling back; it’s great to hear your voice. I’ll get right to the point ... Martin and I are getting married, the end of next month at St. Johns in Mona Vale.”“Congratulations, that’s really good news,” I said. “I’m happy for you both, I truly am.”“That’s not all ... I want to ask you a favour; do you think you would play the organ at the service for us? And if your band isn’t busy that day; it’s November the twenty-ninth, the Saturday, could I get you to play at the.