Why did she have to be a freakin' woman? God she was hot! 'What the Hell was I saying? Come on Rachel, get a grip. You're NOT Les. You're NOT Les. You...re NOT Les.'After Jo did some last minute work on the files, we were ready to go and headed to one of their favorite lesbian clubs called Phaze 1. I have the admit as we entered, the place was incredible at first glance. Beautiful chandeliers and red curtains hung with a soft light and the place was packed with every assortment of woman, some. 5-30came,and i walked out the warehouse,and lucy was leaning against the passenger door of my car,she smiled when she saw me,hi she said,she looked hot i had to admit,it was a lovely summer`s evening,and she was wearing a short mini skirt,knee length boots,and a crop top,i tryed to forget it,but my bulge in my shorts was saying different.We were soon on our way home,making polite conversation on the 23 mile journey to my home,trying to ignore the bulge growing bigger in my jeans,then an idea. “What’s that blanket doing there? It was there yesterday, too. Tell me about it, Peanut.”“It’s where I sleep, Master.” Apparently, “Peanut” was Master’s name for me. I never liked terms of endearment before. Use my name; it’s only one syllable, dammit! Now, for some reason I found myself warming to the name “Peanut.” After all, Master called me that, so that’s who I was. Peanut!“Really?” Master asked, chuckling.“As you told me, I’m a slave. My uniforms are in this room, so I assume this is the. I'll be able to save up and fly her out here during the Christmas break." How old is she?" David asked."Nine." Dwayne smiled, flashing straight white teeth. "She's a beauty." He sighed. "We were very close. Still are, but..." he shrugged."Would she prefer living with you?" David said.Dwayne jerked his eyes off the road momentarily to look at David. "Don't know," he said, his eyes on the road again. "Maybe. Yeah, I think she would. That's never been an option, so the possibility hasn't been.