Gently grabbing both her hands I waited until her gaze met mine."What is it?" I asked.Stacy and I had always been close. My father had died while on t...e job as a policeman. Ever since then it had just been me and my mom. You might say I have a soft spot for single moms and Stacy was no exception. We could talk to each other and be totally ourselves, and there was a certain freedom in that. Both of us were not hoping to impress each other and we found we had a lot in common.As pretty as Stacy. I wished Lara was one of those friends I could lie to. I wish she were one of those friends that couldn’t see past fake facial expressions, hidden meanings in words, or subtle shifts in demeanor. ‘So, who’s the dude?’ ‘What dude?’ ‘The dude you met. There has to be one.’ ‘There was no guy.’ ‘You’re lying. Stop lying to me.’ I sighed. ‘I only said there was no guy because I’m not even thinking about Holden anymore.’ ‘Oh, so this guy’s name is Holden? What does Holden look like?’ ‘Green eyes,. Three months after Damien's death something happened that gave me hope. And it was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but as I said, he was the kind of love that could break my soul and my soul had endured enough breaking. I saw a way to fix things: A colleague of mine referred a patient to me called Jamie. I saw in his notes that he had suffered an accident similar to Damien, yet he had survived. I wondered why things worked out the way they did, why one person would live and another die, why I had. They looked evil.Jamon began barking orders to the female servant. “Shave the young one first. The Master loves his girls bald as a baby. Jamon turned his attention to Bella. He began to squeeze the warm water from the bowl over Bella's body using one of the soft cloths.It did feel good as it trickled over her sore, ravaged body. She closed her eyes to savor what she could of the feeling, her existence so far harsh at the knees of her Master. Jamon worked the soap into lather all over her body..