"Dammit" he laughed, "Things were just getting interesting"We ate croissants and drank coffee outside in the hot morning sun, Garry and I talked footb...ll while the girls chatted about bikinis and girly things that us fellers didn't understand and didn't want to!They went indoors to put on something for our stroll down to the beach and emerged in mix and match beach dresses, mum with a pink top and white micro skirt and Shannon in a white top and pink micro skirt, if they'd bothered to wear. Swiping her hands at the phantom gropes like she’d stepped through a cobweb. “Cara!” she whispered again, this time a bit louder.“Amber!” It was a man’s voice from a distance off to her right. “Cain?” She turned down a corridor.“Amber, here.”Amber ducked into a room. It appeared to be a study or a small library. Books lined the walls and six or seven gas lamps provided a dim bloom of light. A man stood in the center. He was small for a male. He wore slacks, a button-down shirt, and a vest.. The girl becomes the woman's live-in lover, her servant... her slave." S-slave..." I repeated, my eyes locked on Ms. Sharp's eyes. My heart was hammering, my skin felt like hot lava."Yes. Because, sometimes, women can be slaves to other women. They can exist for the sole reason of bringing their mistresses pleasure, they can live for their approval, and crave the sweet sting of their punishment." Yes," I breathed, understanding what she was saying though I'd never heard the words before, had. My father was an alky. And, because of the heavy drinkin' keepin' a job was not exactly his thing, so we did without. We moved to California when I was a kid, I was around eight, I guess.We were so poor that workin' the farms of the San Joaquin as de facto migrants was about all that was left to us. So we picked grapes, cotton—I hated pickin' cotton—or any other crop that was in season.There were five us. Dad, when he was around, mom, me, and my two sisters. I always felt sorry for my sisters;.