"Lucy, I've never experienced anything like that before. I'd love to stay the night, but I have to get home and clean up for work." "It's okay, darlin...," she said. I have to work as well. Promise me we'll get another opportunity to do this again. I loved being with you tonight." "There was one thing that I forgot to ask you," I said. At the bar, you wrote two notes before that second trivia game. What was on that second note?" "Do you really want to know?" she asked. I nodded. "It said. I knew we couldn't just walk out to the back of the farm and decide things with our fists. It didn't matter which one of us would win if we had a fist fight. If we were going to be working together successfully, there needed to be an environment where the best ideas won out. I wanted to do what was best for all of us, not have to go along with the demands of someone who had only proven that he was a lot tougher than everyone else.Saturday evening, after I came back home, I'd made up my mind. “No sir, not at all…I was…well you see sir- I was wondering if, I really don’t know how to say this…if you could maybe…teach me.”I’m not sure who was worse off at that point, she was crimson from embarrassment and I was about to faint from not having drawn breath.“Teach…you.” I whispered slowly. “Teach you…what, exactly?”“Sir, I would like you to teach me how to be a submissive slut for you. I fear that in my 24 years of living that I haven’t truly…LIVED. I feel unfulfilled and alone and I hate. He mustn’t have heard me coming up the stairs and opening his bedroom door because there was an immediate rustling, some bed-creaking and a moan. He was lain on his tummy when I entered. ’What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ he shouted, ‘This is my room and you’re not allowed in here!’ That was news to me. It had never been out of bounds to me before. I was a bit non-plussed. I apologised and told him what I’d come up for. ‘Anyway,’ I asked, ‘what were you doing that was so private?’ Then.