Dave quickly looked to see how Sheri played. She shot seventy-six and had fallen back to third place but only three strokes behind the leader.Dave and...Roger talked about home on the drive back to the hotel. Roger said he called the trailer while Dave was at the pool the previous night and suggested Dave call Jennifer tonight and give her an update.After getting to the room, Dave changed into his bathing suit and headed for the pool. He was surprised to see Sheri in the water; previously, she. She first said she wanted to go for a drive, but then told me she wanted to come up here..."When Tate trailed off, Jeff reached over and put a hand on Quinton's shoulder for a second. "If it will do any good to talk, I promise you that no one will ever hear what you tell me unless you give the okay."Tate sighed, feeling the intensity of Jeff's comment. Then after a moment, "Well, here it is..."When Quinton finished, he took the last bite of his cake, sitting the plate back on the coffee table.. “And it’s Master from now on.”Again, she gasped. She could never call him Master. That would be too clear of a sign of submission and she could never submit to anyone, including him. She remained silent.He picked up a flogger. It was a tame enough instrument. Its wide, soft leather strands would surprise and tease her more than anything else. It would pinken her flesh but would not be painful. And it would leave no lasting marks.He moved in front of her again. Her head turned as she. "The shops will be closed." Not the supermarkets," she riposted, "they're open 24 hours a day andthey sell underwear. Give me your wallet. Quickly!"I bent down, pulled my wallet from my trousers and passed it to her. Sheextracted a note from it. "Right," she said, "Here's ?10. You will go tothe nearest supermarket and buy yourself a plain white bra, a pair ofwhite cotton panties and a pair of black tights. Obviously they need tobe in your size. I don't want to see any fancy frills or lace,.