"Good, you followed at least this rule. And while we’re talking about rules, here’s another one." Her eyes grew calculating.A small shiver ran dow... Helen’s back, it was clear that whatever that rule entailed was something wicked again. But the hard look made Lisa’s even more beautiful, if possible. When the girl didn’t speak and the silence stretched to almost a minute, she drew a deep breath. "Which rule, Mistress?"She was rewarded with a sweet smile. "You’ll stay on all fours while you’re in. I had not even had time to slow my rapidly beating heart that the doorbell rang again. Fuck! I swore, as my heart leaped in my chest. I sat up and peered at my alarm clock. It was 7:00 AM. Who the fuck ring the doorbell at 7:00 AM on a Saturday? Luckily, the silence soon returned, but I was unable to fall back to sleep as a pressing need to pee was keeping me awake. Sighing, I slipped out from under the covers. A shiver ran down my back before I had a change to slip into a nightie and head to. ." Oh, thank you Goodman Gaoler," she said. "I appreciate your consideration, but, you know, the meal is incomplete." Oh? Is there owt else I might get ye, Mistress? Some salt, mayhap, or a bit o' vinegar?" Oh, no... i was just recalling my old Granny Esmeralda; very often she made us breakfasts like this, when my sisters and I were at her cabin."No, it's just that Granny..." her hand continued to stroke his hairy wrist, gradually slipping further and further up his arm at each stroke. "Well.... "I'd love that," he confided and the two headed out the door.Inside the cafeteria, Michael stood patiently in line behind Stacy. Whentheir turn came, a large cook with heavy arms and a thick chest greeted themjovially."Good afternoon, ladies."Michael's smile faded in an instant.Hi, Gus, responded Stacy. "Two chicken salads and two diet cokes to go."Comin' right up girls, the cook smiled. Michael could only blush withembarrassment, cracking a half smile and moving quickly to the checkout.Getting.