"Why do you not go the rest of the way and shout my full name across the tavern, you man-dipping idiot," Mandas growled."I'm sorry, my ... I..." Well,...what is it? Stop sniveling and come out with it." I just ... I just want to know ... what you intend to do with Amanda." What?" The dark-haired slave girl, the one--" I know, imbecile. Why do you care?" I don't want to see her hurt," he said in a voice barely audible above the din.Mandas smirked. "Really, now? Such sentiment for a slave girl you. I opened a door and there was a young man that looked like a teenager sitting on a bucket with straws sticking out of his nose. ‘I guess you’re my assistant, huh?’ The kid jumped up and pulled the straws from his nose. ‘Yes Sir, I’m Darren Dagwood, at your service,’ he said, giving me a salute. ‘At ease. What’s with the straws?’ I asked pointing at the recent nostril invaders. ‘Fetish, Sir.’ ‘Up your nose?’ I asked. That was a new one on me. ‘No, I only do that when I can’t shove them up my…’. I'm so dead,"he thought as he watched his files being updated.Finished at the computer Mrs. Hillshire went to a drawer and removed apink silk scarf and fastened over his head. She tied it into a neat bowat the left side of his chin. She grabbed a pink and white tote frombeside the vanity and taking his hand like he was a little child, led himinto the foyer where his mother was waiting."Please Mother, not this?" he plead in a trembling soft voice."Don't be ridiculous David. Ballet will give. Chloe, Lynne’s work colleague and our shared lover, would be joining us. I was very much looking forward to this evening, especially after dinner!That feeling was intensified beyond belief when Chloe arrived at the restaurant. She too wore a figure-hugging dress, low cut to really show of her gorgeous pert breasts and the shortish length of the dress made her legs look so inviting. Heads turned as we walked in and I think a few husbands were kicked under the table as they stared admiringly at.