‘I am your master and you must address me as such,’ I said sternly. ‘Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.’ ‘Good,’ I said more kindly. ‘This lady...’ I indicated Wendy, ‘is my wife and you shall treat her with the greatest of respect, but she is not your mistress because you belong to me alone.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Hello, Florence,’ said Wendy pleasantly. ‘Hello, madam,’ she respectfully replied. ‘Florence,’ I told her, ‘give me an account of yourself.’ So Florence told her story. She was Nigerian and her. Ecstasy quickly burned any trace of his former terror as he watched his creations totter along to their new, wonderfully corrupt sensibilities. It basked in the searing red heat of their lust and animal appetites. Though the blonde's naked greed provided a wonderful counterpoint to the dominant flavor of her new lustful nature.Play it cool, Kimmy, she thought to herself. Don't give away the surprise. The time to reveal Tracy's bachelorette party was rapidly approaching and she felt her heart. Just like you, I’ve noticed how… delicate the situation is there.Delicate is putting it lightly, we can’t get directly involved, we tried everything else, we've only got one option left.I know, despite our best efforts, this world cannot stand on its own, either we must introduce a new variable into it, or less we go to the Great Author and ask him to toss this aberration, and by extension the worlds that make it up, to the void of non-existence.That is not an option. Not yet, not until we damn. My desk, my own fucking desk. You’re just damn lucky you and I go back some years Jack. What you did was unacceptable to me. We both know it was the drugs she was on. That woman is as loyal to you as I have ever seen any woman to a man, even given both your lifestyles. She would never have allowed Mathew to have her and yet you had to do that across my fucking desk.’ We both knew that my actions had cost me a friend that night. To him I had crossed the line, only time would tell if the damage.