I opened my door and there was a young and very attractive looking guy standing there, probably in his late twenties. . He said he was sorry to annoy ...e but that he'd bought next door and was checking it out. I was only half listening as my eyes looked over his beautiful body lingering on the obvious bulge in his trousers. I swallowed hard, pretending to give him my full attention but imagining sliding my hand slowly rubbing against it and my other hand slowly unzipping him until I was able to. It stayed like he left it and waited for the slave to wake up. The slave hated it. For some reason she felt jealous of it, even though it never even craved what the slave had. The slave had a life, even had a slave’s name and a ?real? one. It wanted neither. At first it felt bad about being tortured not only by Master’s strong hands but also by his slave. In time it came to realize it didn’t deserve better and that being tortured by a slave made it even more worthless. Slave awoke later and. Do you live here?" No, I come in the summers to work at the Stafylos." At the hotel? What is it... , the Prince Stafylos?" Yes, that's it. Are you staying there?" No, I'm at the Dionyssos. What kind of work do you do, if you don't mind my asking?" I work in the kitchen, making pasta and soups for the tourists." Antheia answered, laughing. "What do you do?" I write computer search programs." Gordon said."Oh! Like Google?" Antheia said with some enthusiasm."No." Gordon said laughing in return.. "I mean, I'd heard the stories, but I never thought it would happen."Stephanie came back with a laminated piece of newspaper print. It told the story of the death of Tracey Sanders, a cheerleader from Central Heights High School. A picture of the smiling girl I had just been with was in the article.I dropped the paper on the table."No way!" I said firmly. "There's no way in hell that wasn't a real girl!"Dawn just tapped her finger on the paper. "It's all there," she said. "Now it says she.