The Saturday after the wedding Clay suggested we go out on the town to clear our heads of all the wedding hoopla we had gone through. It had grown int... a big affair and we were relieved it was over. We were in a nice jazz club that didn’t try to gouge you, having a quiet conversation.We’d been there for about three hours when clay said, “Ty, I don’t know the correct way to ask you this, so I’m just going to ask it. Are you gay?”I answered the question with a question. “What gave me away?”He. She is not very thin neither is she too fat, just right. She has the curves that every guy would ever dream of. She used to dress very conservatively.Though my sister chose to wear modern dresses, they were never revealing any part of her body. She has the most beautiful pair of eyes, lips, ears, and breasts. Any guy would go nuts seeing her curves. My sis was the crush for many of my college mates but she would never respond to their advances. She even seemed to ignore them.It all started when. ”Somehow his smile didn’t look very friendly. I tried not to show irritation that he called me “property.” I guess that’s what I am, but I would rather he call me “slave.” At least a slave is still human. Besides, property can’t decide it no longer wants to be owned... not that I would ever do that, but I do have a safe word and an escape word. If Master does something that I can’t handle I just have to say “Halloween,” and we stop and talk about it. If Master ever turns evil or something like. ’ ‘Where do you live?’ ‘In Aftersun.’ ‘Then why are you here?’ ‘I missed a turn, I-‘ ‘Move over.’ This guy sounded like he was about to piss his pants, so Michelle dropped the interrogation bit. He moved into the passenger’s seat as she opened the door and sat at the wheel. She stretched in the warm car and smiled as she stuck her gun in her pocket. She tossed her cigarette out the window and made a sharp right turn into a line of thick bushes. ‘Agh!!’ he screamed. ‘What the hell are you.