.Master could be a study in contradictions. Awake, he would appear to be reluctant to give praise or even tolerance; he could be brutal and standoffis.... Asleep, he would clutch me to him, trying to touch every available square inch of his skin to mine. Master had needs and desires -- and while they were sometimes complementary, they weren't the same...Reggie was another point. Master was gruff with him, and called him names -- but the names were delivered in a tone that Reggie knew was more. Where mum and dad came up with Crystal, I’ll never know. I suppose they thought it was different and a good idea when I had been born. Rocky obviously knew my name because one of his favourite jokes was to put on a song called ‘Crystal Chandeliers’ when I arrived at the Smithy. But I don’t think any of the others got the joke. Rocky wasn’t the type to tell them, it was a kind of private joke between him and me. It was such a shame that I didn’t take a lot more heed to the words of that song at. .. look at this pile of work you have to do. It is odd though, as you look over these tasks. You're an Engineer. You're supposed to have a part in building something. But what is this? Paperwork. Forms. Plans. Schedules. Presentations. Ah ... there it is on the schedule. In six months, you'll get to be an Engineer again, to build something. Project planning will be over. Project Management has it all figured out.Five months pass.What do you mean there's no money left? you think. Where did it. I reclined on the couch and stretched. ‘So, looks like you have to put up with me for at least one night.’ I said. ‘I’ll try not to dread it too much,’ He replied, pinching me on the leg. ‘Yeah, and I’ll try to keep myself from throwing up,’ I laughed. To my surprise, he removed the pillow from his lap and crawled on top of me, and slid his legs between mine, hovering above my face so closely that I could feel his breath. My body was back to being pressed tightly against his, and his hard on.