I showered, shaved (a little peach fuzz) and made myselfpresentable. Soon after finishing, I was led up the stairs to thekitchen. Miss Susan poured th... contents of a can on the floor before meand had me lick it up. During the rest of my training, I was fed thisway. Over the next month, I slept on the kitchen floor chained to thestove. Each morning the cook released me to help in the kitchen. After Ifinished washing the dishes, Miss Susan took me to Her room fortraining. In the mornings I was. Right, do you have any questions?”I think that Skye was as amazed as I was and neither of us said anything.“Okay, I’ll now take you on a quick tour of the yacht then you can explore on your own later. Please finish your drinks and follow me.”We quickly downed the rest of our OJs then followed Harlee. Wow! That boat, sorry, yacht, is from a different world. When Harlee showed us our shared room the one bed was big enough to sleep 6. We had a big, walk-in shower that both of us could use without. They also enjoyed roaming the many and varied corridors of the castle.Joan Davidson moved in just after we did. Joan retired just in time for our move, but she might have been pushed into retirement, but that is another story, altogether, in plenty of time to sell off her furniture and settle all of her affairs at home, before joining us as we jetted of to Aruba for the winter. The Crown enjoyed a warm relationship with Aruba and Joan found handling life as a recently retired British Subject. He was teasing me, and he didn’t seem to mind bringing up things that he’d have been trying to avoid a few days earlier. And I’d been being a bitch. I knew that. And he’d ignored it.“So I have to care,” I went on. “If only to stand in solidarity with my nameless, much elder sister.”“I see,” he said. “So no liniment for you, then. I’ll need to save it for the crone, when she shows up and has to help me be a rancher, in exchange for my sexual favors.”“Hah,” I said. “I’ve been helping you be a.