I'd been boxing since middle school. I couldtake him all day any day, and he was about to learn that firsthand.About fifteen yards down the hall, he s...otted his phone and reached downto pick it up. I was glad nothing had happened to it. I mean, yeah I hadshoved him a little, but that didn't mean I wanted anything bad tohappen. Not really. As he bent over, I got a good long look at his ass.Damn, that shit was toned.We were almost outside now. Just had to cross the lunch room, and thenI'd show. I pulled the blanket tighter around me and then wondered how it got there. I stopped to mentally survey everything around me, I felt tears on my cheeks, the blanket covering my slightly shaking body, and your arms around me. Your arms around me! Your lips were nestled against my hair, just biding your time waiting for me to acknowledge your presence. You felt me sigh against you and you took the opportunity to pull me into your lap. You took your time, readjusting the blanket around me, around. That sounds wonderful. I guess this means you still respect me in the morning?"George laughed. "You'll notice you still had clothes on." True, true. Oh, yeah, do you suppose... " Asprin's on the table next to the pancakes." I could tell he was smiling even though he was facing away from me."Excellent. How on earth are you this perky this morning?" I downed two asprin, then tore into a triple stack of pancakes and a nice tall glass of milk."I didn't pack away as much booze as you and Barb did. " Is that what I'm to be from now on, Mistress... a whore?" No, not a whore, Laurel... MY whore! Now get going and remember I'm receiving a lot of money for yours and Penny's services tonight. There had better not be any complaints!" I... understand, Mistress," came the defeated reply as the woman, once her mother, quietly left.How could something so beautiful as the Mistress/slave relationship Yuki and I shared with her only weeks ago, turn so ugly, so devastating, so hopeless? wondered Laurel.