“I think that I liked it when you kissed me. That you were worried about my feelings. And that you are right; there should be more to all of this th...n just rote sex. But, and here’s the thing, our relationship has always been ‘master-servant’; me being your acolyte master, you being an altar server. And, let’s face it; I am old enough to be your father. In fact, your father and I are the same age. Could this ever work were we would be equal partners in a relationship?” “Oh, yes. And I think. 'Yeah.' he replied.'Oh. Didn't know you guys were that close.' she said.'Well you spend about 4 years living with someone you gotta call them mom or dad.' he stated.They both laughed. Then proceded down the hall to The guest bedroom where Taylor would be sleeping.'Well here it is.' Chris said with a lonely grin.Taylor began putting some of her things into the drawers of the dresser. She then realized Chris was still standing in the doorway. You can go now.' she said.'Oh yeah sorry.' he said. She compensated for this by chattering very loudly about her daily life as a worker in the Ford factory on London's eastern edge.Eventually the General lost his patience with her, and said in an ominously quiet voice, "Polly, please be silent for a few minutes."The girl stared at him, but wisely did not reply.Sadly for her, within two or three minutes she was again chattering away nineteen to the dozen. As the main course arrived, the General signalled to one of the four uniformed guards by the. She glanced inside and was relieved to see he wasn't there. Then a blush came to her face when she thought about his surprise when he saw how she was dressed today. The tight cotton skirt she had on hugged her hips like a second skin, restricting her stride and exposing much of her firm thighs. On top she wore a pink V-neck angora sweater that showed the soft swells of her breasts. The creamy mounds bounced sensuously with each step. It was an outfit that she, until today, had never worn to.