- Master, why don’t you slap me sometimes? – asked Thia once in the middle of cleaning my room while I was working on some project drawings.- Excu...e me?- Well…. I know that you love rough sex……and I know that you have some rough games with some girls….Sora told me…… Why don’t you slap me?I smiled, and looked at her. - You really love pain, do you?She shrugged:- I do Master……and humiliation……It all started when I was little girl…… At first I wasn’t surre, but now I am.I was very interested in. Now, I can't see it to appreciate it."A single tear was forming at the corner of her eye. To change the subject I said, "Okay. What do you want this morning?"She sat pensively for a long moment before responding. "I have this problem I need your help with." I'll do whatever I can, of course, what's the problem?" Virginity." You are still a virgin then. Why come to me? I'm 14 years older than you are." Which is partly why by itself, your maturity and experience. I trust you more than any other. ” she began, but he figured that you held a son like you did a sister or brother.“It’s... he is wet.”“Yes. Do you know how to change him?”“It’s been a while,” he admitted. “Somehow, cavalrymen never change babies. They seldom ever see them.”“Why don’t you do it in the kitchen? I will watch.”When he had functioned to Mrs. Jackson’s approval, he remembered to pay her before she and Miss Purcell leave.“I’ll come for Stepper in the morning,” he said.“When he cries,” Mrs. Jackson said, “change him. Thin frayed cotton tees, the shirtsleeves ripped off, and a huge stallions logo on the front, and "dancer" printed in large letters on the back. The black pants they wore were tighter, and cut off at mid-thigh. Flip flops, instead of shoes. Basically, there was no mistaking them, except maybe for the rent boys that plied the strip in later hours. Worse, every time they were late, as well as docking half their pay, Mitch would make an alteration, a little something just to 'tear strips' off.