My nerves are on edge and I drop a glass and it falls to the floor and shatters into a hundred pieces. I let out a low growl of frustration before get...ing down to pick up the glass and clean the mess. Once everything is cleaned up I pour Mistress another glass of tea and bring it to her in the living room.She is sitting on the couch, relaxed with her feet up on the ottoman in front of her. A riding crop laying across her lap. I kneel and hand her the tea."Thank you slave you may sit."Mistress. "I currently don't have a bong, or any pot. Besides, my ex-roommate said that I had both pot and booze, but they never found a trace of either. I never gave up any information on myself, or anyone else. In addition, I never even said anything against my roommate." Thanks." In the past, I've done some things, and gotten caught. But I've never admitted to anything. I have diplomatic immunity in other countries, but here I just have enough money to consult with the best lawyers. I also know the. A second or two later I saw an upstairs light turn on behind drawn curtains. A few seconds more and the light turned off. I waited and I waited. I went back to the milk-float. At length he returned, whistling as he walked.“Double cream?” I quizzed.“Double cream, Lad” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.The following week was the half-term break. For the whole week, I would go to work with uncle Roger, I also got to see Tess every day, and her cute arse, even if it was only for a short while.. . it ... was ... not.”“What did Mom do?”“She was pretty frantic ... telling me that we shouldn’t be seen and trying to throw a towel around herself.”“What did YOU do?”“Of course, I did the neighborly thing and waved at them as they got closer,” he said with a huge shit-eating grin. “You should have SEEN the look on Miss Kitty’s face when she finally made out who was waving at her. Her eyes got as wide as saucers and it looked like she was staring at a ghost. Jack just kept striding and grinning.