She caught me again! I leaped back, from my own car, andlooked away. In that moment she could have run off with anything Iowned."It's OK. Don't be al... nervous, I was only looking at your hair," shesaid in a soothing voice. "Who cuts it?"She could barely see my hair. It was loose down my back and the bangs,too long again, were held back by a headband covered by a thick warmstocking cap. A few frizzy strands were loose, as always, and wiggledaround my face in the breeze. Maybe she was talking. I sat down and took a drink of water. The air was cooler, but the sun still was shining against the rock face. Megan slowly turned around and took in the surroundings.“Unbelievable. This place is so peaceful,” Megan said with awe.“Yes, one of my favorite spots in the park. Up there on the top of that boulder, you can see for miles,” I said as I came up behind Megan and wrapped her in my arms.“So secluded, is this why you brought me here? To take advantage of me?” Megan said wiggling her. Gary and DT turned up and asked Don what he wanted to shift to his apartment. Don and Zan had them help empty their wagon into three piles. Don pointed out the collection he would keep. Zan pointed to his smaller one. Don then asked the headers what they wanted from the third-largest group of items.Don gave his wagon to Horrie and his wife for putting up with them and doing an excellent job, getting them here. The couple had shared their wagon with their married daughter and her husband all the. Cindy finished preparing some pasta, and she brought it to the table. We sat down, and I said, "Before I take on a new slave, I like to know about her. Tell me about yourself." What do you want to know?" she asked."Tell me what you think I should know about you," I said."My name is Cindy," she started, "and I am about to graduate from high school. I'm 18 years old, and I have one older sister whose sole desire in life lately seems to be to become your slave. I live at home with my parents, but.