I opened another bottle of wine and poured us both two ample measures. Steering the conversation back to her (everybody likes talking about themselves... even more so when alcohol is involved) I again asked, ‘Well, I know you’ve fucked somebody so tell me who it was’. She took a gulp of her wine and said, ‘Remember, you said you wouldn’t be mad’. ‘I won’t, I won’t, I promise’, I said, hoping to hear a nice horny story about her getting fucked. In Vino Veritas (Part 3). ‘Well, remember the time. "Where can I throw this stuff out, Dave?" she asked, indicating the things she had removed. I pushed the trash can over toward her. When she took the top off, all she said was, "Phew" and quickly closed it again after throwing in the things she had removed from the fridge."Have you checked the freezer, Dave," she asked next."No. Should I have?" I asked"I'll check it," she replied, pulling open the other side of the side by side refrigerator. She looked through the contents for a while"A lot of. She bows in her response and show of respect. I turn and bow in return. She is a very dedicated employee of Rachel’s. I want to do something to show my appreciation for all that she has done today, and for what she’s done before. I suggest that we share a bath together. I know it is an old tradition, usually reserved for family, but I want her to feel that she is apart of this family. She bows again, which I return. We leave Mark to clean up after us and wait for me by Rachel’s bed. He’s not. Behind them they hear His curses increase in volume and they hear the FFWHHEEP! of a lash.?Finally?they reach the centre of town.?All the shops are lit up, butchers, greengrocers, Bank, gentlemen's leather outfitters, shoe shops, restaurants,women's?clothing shops, slave tack, a bar or two. The street is wide, the lighting adequate for the first time.They stop outside a large emporium occupying almost a block, above the plate glass windows showing the latest in women's NV fashions the name -.