Lissa laughed. "It's not how it sounds," she said. "But never mind that. I'll tell you later. The last thing I want to do is keep you from your bath."...She turned and headed out the door. Alya closed it behind her.Lissa sat down on the couch, smiling. That last bit about Allison made for an enticing little mental image, especially leaving it unexplained like that. Let Alya think about that while she soaked in the tub.In the mean time, Lissa needed to think of an excuse to go into the bathroom. Alana was pretty sure he'd tried to have her killed,the one behind those rogue guards who made an attempt on her life.Didn't matter, he was her master.How could she be feeling these strange, womanly sensations? Why did thethought of him stir her newly formed loins so deeply? How could shepossibly desire another man's touch?Not just any man. He was her master, and it was only natural for apretty slave girl to desire her owner.Alana knelt before her Master.Jafar stared in triumph as his greatest. Over time we got to know each other pretty well. Daryl is the outdoors type, although carrying a bit of weight and losing some hair he was still fairly active. He job as a salesman meant he went away on regular trips. Mary was mother of two, who were very active and kept her busy. My wife Carol was the outdoors type too, and she, like Daryl, liked to spend time in the garden. Mary and I seemed to have a similar background, having moved across the country to meet our respective beloved's, and we. By the time I reached the house, from walking in heavy rain, my clothes were very wet. The house door was opened by an older man, to whom I explained my situation. I was invited in and shown the phone. While calling the hire company's 24-hour number, they advised due to serious weather flooding problems in my area they would be at least two to three hours arranging alternative transport.The house owner (Peter), said, "no problem," and that I could wait in the house until support arrived, and in.