He met, at various times and places, the other eight prototypes, and got to know them about as well as he had his roommate, which was to say, hardly a... all. They would chat over meals or in the communal shower, but it wasn't until the last two weeks or so that Will had energy to spare for such luxuries as watching TV or playing pool, chess, checkers or any of the other recreational activities provided for them.Will was grateful for the busy schedule, as it kept his mind occupied and left fewer. Mistress then told the young man to grab the bags out of the limo and take them to our room. He eagerly complied and couldn't rush out to the door fast enough.As Mistress led slave toward the elevator on it's leash, slave noticed the bellboy running toward them with the bags he just took from the limo. The elevator opened and Mistress, slave, and the bellboy with the raging hard on entered. One of them pressed the button for floor 69 and up we went. Mistress dragged slave by leash out of the. Her movements centered on home to work and back except for an occasional Sunday visit to the neighborhood church and once or twice a week visits to the supermarket or library. She had always been a voracious reader, and now spent nearly all of her spare time curled up in bed or chair with a book; no parties, no cinema, no going out for a drink or stroll. By the way, Maggie is my mom. I have been calling her Maggie for as long as I can remember. It’s a family quirk; nearly all my cousins call. "Did you get a chance to think about what we talked about…?" Trevor started to say."No," I shook my head as I started cleaning up. It was a daily chore picking up after the members of our club. Weights not put onto the racks, equipment lying on the floor, towels thrown everywhere."No," Trevor responded. "You've been saying no for the past…" Look," I said, turning around to face him. "You're not my type." Because I am…" No," I interrupted him again. "It's because you're desperate, you can have.