”“You’re not angry with me?”“No, I’m not angry with you but perhaps you should explain why you were so messy.”“Do I have to?”“If y...u want us to go out together again you should tell me about it so that I understand. Of course, if you don’t want me to date you then you needn’t.”“I’d like us to date but you won’t like what I have to tell you.”“Why not start by telling me who he was and then maybe add some to that.”“You have guessed then?”“I didn’t have to guess. It’s happened before. I knew that. "You don't look like a slave girl," I informed her. "You look like all the goddesses of love, beauty and sex wrapped into one body." "You seem to forget," she reminded me, "that you are blackmailing me into being your sex slave, therefore I should not look like a farmer's wife in the potato field. Anything wrong with that?" "Monique," I stammered, "you are the most beautiful slave ever. I didn't know anyone could be so alluring, and sexy, and sweet, all wrapped into one body." Then I noticed. Once properly dressed again, we left the store and made our way back tothe college. It was already late afternoon. The day had passed veryquickly. Susanna gave me some documentation to go through; details ofcollege procedures and so forth. "Now get yourself some supper and havean early night. Don't forget to iron your washed knickers before you goto bed - get into the habit of keeping your underwear nicely laundered.And if you need to wank again, make sure you collect it in a glass anddrink it,. There was one common denominator. Everyone was naked.My mind couldn’t get over the large number of people here. The Wiccan group was small and not universally recognized. I asked Alice. She smiled and said the rare blood moon and the eclipses plus the strong possibility of the appearance of the Goddess Diana had changed all that. All the Wiccan Priestesses had seen the signs and this was the designated place. So this was a united Wiccan, a rarity.The number of persons had to be 777 and there.