Even her slave, hobbled as he was, seemed to be surrounded by an aura of calm. The poor man was obviously uncomfortable. The leather suit alone, stiff...and heavy, would mean he was hot and would find moving difficult. The hobbling that fastened his ankles close to one another and his thighs to his ankles would make every step in Mary’s wake a considerable effort. His leather hood had only tiny eyelets allowing him sight. Across his mouth a thick round bar, held in place by a strap around his. “Are you sure you aren’t both catching something? Your faces look so red and…”“Oh, leave the girls alone and stop fussing over them!” Dave Harmon rounded the station wagon, his strong handsome face split with a grin as he easily hefted two overfilled sacks in his arms. “Can’t you see they’re just having fun? Susie’s not used to this clean country air, it’s good for her to get a little flushed — get some color into that city skin of hers! And as for you, young lady,” he fixed Pam with a playful. She asked if I remembered her.“Of course,” I replied, reminding her that she still owed me without saying what it was for. She quickly replied, asking if I was single.“Divorced,” I replied.“I wish I was,” Amy shot back.“Maybe we should talk about it,” I answered, testing the waters. Amy and I always had a relationship where we openly talked about things. Mostly, it was her talking and me listening. I knew more about the guys at the apartment complex than anyone, secrets I never disclosed. Why. ”“Oh your left is the closet under the stairs here. And this leads back to the center of the home,” Maggie lead them past their sitting room, “On the right here is the Pantry.”They looked in at the four foot way eight deep storage room.“And on here on the left is the mud room and laundry room,” Maggie pointed behind them, “Next here is the Kitchen on the right and the stairs over on the left.”The kitchen looked like a modern attempt to recreate the 1950’s astatic.“Ok I have to ask,” Jameson.