“Where is your sister, by the way?” Debra asked. “She should help you make dinner. Or at least set the table.”“Oh, um, she’s ... on her co...puter ... Filling out job applications...” Craig said.“Really? That’s great! When did this start?” Debra asked.“Oh, um, a little bit ago,” Craig said. “Don’t tell her I told you. She’ll probably tell you at dinner and want you to be surprised at how much she, um, filled out... . She helped me prep for dinner earlier. You just relax.”“If you say so, baby,”. Believe me, I know," she finished, touching her own salidin."If you say so," Dent said with a sigh. "It just seems like a lot of trouble to me." It will be worth it, dear," Nesho said patting his hand."So that's settled," Vel said. "When do we leave?" No time like the present, I guess," Dent said as he pushed away from the table and stood up. "Wait here. I want to get my sword. From the sound of it I may need it." Why don't you change into your dress uniform, Master?" Nesho said looking up at. Once outside I got just a little curious, so I took a couple of pictures of the building and the trucks parked around it. I half expected Edward to rush out and try to take my camera. instead nothing happened. Maybe I had been hoping that he would, Since it was anti climatic I just left. Taking the shots of the start up factory bothered me. I just couldn’t figure out what I was thinking. I gained nothing from it, and I had risked a confrontation that could have led to a damaged relationship. We took a weekend vacation to Vegas and I knew it would be the perfect time. Though we had a hotel room on the strip, I got us an extra room off the strip without her knowing. Then I had her dress up extra sexy and we went out dancing. Here is when I started the fun. I told her that she was my sex slave and had to do what I asked for the night. She agreed (as long as I would promise not to hurt her and be sure she had a few drink). So I got her a few drinks and we were dancing. I told her that.