"Have a great day, sweetie!I know I will!"Pam then hurried towards the front door and disappeared behind it inseconds. Cameron had already left for hi... 'training', and her brotherwas still asleep in his room.It wasn't until Charlene heard the family car start up outside, and thenroll out onto the street and away from the house, that the young womanrose up from her seat to place the syrup-stained plate into the sink.She then yawned, and lazily stretched out.She found it odd that her brother. ‘I want to stay here.’ ‘You’re here till June,’ I repeated. ‘If you want to stay here after that, we’ll make it happen, I promise.’ ‘Okay. So can I go on the computer?’ ‘I thought you just said you were going to unpack.’ ‘I am, but I want to go on the computer for a little while first. I couldn’t find a couple of my friends online yesterday, and I want to see if they’re on so I can tell them that I’m living with you again.’ After what she’d been through, I didn’t have the heart to say no. ‘All. She always laughed at that one, and said I was probably her *only* fan. But I always tried to convince her of her own worth as a writer. Heck, once, to boost her ego, I even sent my recommendation to a British tg author, Geri Core, to suggest she interview Nancy as a tg author for her website. Geri had a great website; it was quite brilliant, actually, especially the idea of having interviews of tg authors and little tidbits of gossip about our tight-knit little group of writers and fans. I. This is such a perfect way for you to greet me this time, don't you think slut?" "Yes Mistress," I replied. No other words seemed appropriate. I remained quiet. "Look up at me slave," ordered Mistress Sarah in a quick firm tone. I quickly looked up and took in the wonderful sight. She was wearing a black mini PVC dress and black heels. That was it. PVC was my weakness and she knew it. There was something incredibly sexy and powerful about the tight, dark and shiny fabric. My will power.