"This is it!" he thought.His heart was pounding as he jumped in front of jogger with the 'costumegun' in hand. He could see the horror on her face as ...he was about toscream. Not about to let her do that, he pulled the trigger of his devicein the hope of turning this lovely blonde into a pile of skin.Nothing happened.No beam or any sort of projectile came out of its muzzle. He had read theinstructions a thousand times after selling his car to buy the damnthing; and yet, Fiona was still standing. " This is Angelica, Dear. We shall call her Angie," my mother introduced our new and first domestic servant. "Your father has decided we need her assistance upstairs."No, Mother, we shall call her Angel.Of course I did not voice my dissent for I could not speak. Soon, I could not read, my eyes preferred Angelica's face or form. Soon, I could not put my fingers to the keyboard. I wanted them only on Angelica's downy cheek.This day started as any other, promising to be as ordinary as the one that. I was sure he would be on time. That was his habit and he was predictable."Mornin' everyone," Tom said, stepping aboard. "Hello, Baldur. Good to see you again. Ah, coffee. Just what I need." Help yourself, Tom. Have a look around. I'll get the engines warmed up, then we'll head out."I had been practicing for a few days on getting used to the throttles and rudder response, but I had yet to use the bow thruster. Both Tom and Baldur had experience with that device and I decided I needed a tutorial. This may be the last opportunity that he and I will have, so I give myself as a present both for him, and for you." I saw a quiver in her chin as she finished her speech. "Please, Master. Please do this for me, and for him."I reached out to hold her chin. "Are you sure about this?"She did her best to nod in my grasp. "Yes, Master. With all my heart."Swallowing my trepidation, I let go of her and turned my head to look at my slave. "Prepare her. The frame, I think." Yes, Master." She led Clara.