He looked at his watch again then quietly made his way down to the bathroom to get ready for his day. It was Monday morning and Jared was about to hea... off to Blanke Schande College for a week of teaching as a substitute tutor in the Science and Mathematics Department of the campus.As Jared turned into the bathroom he quickly looked back at the two doors just opposite him. One door led to the spare room where Vanessa Benson was sleeping and the other led to his bedroom were Vanessa’s mother was. But that's not quite right, is it? That's not what you remember, is it?" Her brow furrowed a little, just like the book said it would. "You remember another word. Mom. Master. Mom. Master. What does the word 'Master' mean to you? It could mean obedience. Devotion. Loyalty. It could mean that you are a slave, that you are owned, that you are controlled. What does that relationship mean to you? Mom. Master. Mom. Master. You have to help me do the work. You have to help me by remembering. Mom.. I walk down the hall toward the bedroom. As I near the bedroom I am stopped short. The door is open four or five inches. From where I am standing I can see you lying on the bed reading a book. You are wearing a white tank top undershirt and sexy white panties. The sun coming through the partially open blinds reflects off your beautiful dark hair. Your smooth silky legs shine in the sun. Your are truly a vision of loveliness. I never miss the opportunity to watch you from afar. To just sit and. “You didn’t really come here to discuss your favorite authors and cookery books. You’re having trouble at home?” he asked, letting the question hang between them. Audrina almost choked on her wine. “How do you know?” she asked in a raspy voice when she managed to calm down and regain composure, coughing slightly. “You’ve avoided my questions all night about your husband and you keep fiddling with your wedding ring, though may I just say your husband has very good, and expensive taste, that.