“Have you been a good girl?” he asked in a very low voice.“No Master. I found someone else to control me, and now I don’t know where he is.”...��You found someone else? You’re my little slut! Is that why you’ve been gone so long?”“Yes, Master. And I didn’t even obey all his orders.”“That’s why you strayed. You went to someone whose orders you can ignore.” It wasn’t like that; she hadn’t wanted to ignore Jonathan’s orders. But Master hadn’t asked a question, and he rubbed his thumb over her cuts. “You’re a good girlfriend,” Janie said, and she reached out and took my hand. I squeezed her hand rather than pull away. I’d learned from Wes that contact was human, that we had to learn to accept it and share it.“Thanks, kid.”“I’m not a—”“Yes, you are,” Elena and I said together.“You two are horrible people,” Janie said, groaning. Elena and I did a fist bump, making Janie roll her eyes.“Don’t do that, Janie,” Elena said. “Your eyes will get stuck like that one day.”“Mom, seriously, that does. It might cure you of those feelings."Ben had more than one glass. They emptied the bottle before dinner.Dimples had prepared a terrific meal of blackened salmon served with rice, and a large salad. They sipped an after dinner drink of grappa making them very relaxed and in the mood.She cleared the table, then sat on his lap with her arms around his neck. "Ben, you are so cute when you've been drinking." What do you mean?" Oh, that sparkle in your eyes and the blush on your face. You look like a. A few feet further on, the road crested the hill and the truck pulled off the pavement and stopped. The driver rolled down his window and stared at me as I approached. I didn't feel at all self-conscious even though I was wearing nothing but a shirt and those marvelous red shoes. I walked to the truck and asked the driver for a ride.He couldn't seem to take his eyes off my long legs and I enjoyed his stare so I turned my back to him and flipped up my shirttail to show him my firm round butt. I.