For months Page had led Carl down the path of becoming Master Carl, the strong and demanding slave-owner. At first it had been a make believe role for...public consumption. Then it had been continued for self-preservation and for the safety of the two slaves that had been left in his charge. He had engaged in more and more private activities, especially sexual activities salted with only a little bondage and pain. He had ordered others to administer pain and had watched as others used the two. I took her soup off the stove and ladled out a bowl for her and for me with a stack of crackers. I poured small glasses of milk for both of us and we began to eat."Despite what I told you before, I hope you still hold interest in me. I know I need you as a friend, but I hope we can be more someday. I do find you attractive and interesting. I've never felt that way about any man before." She said rather off handedly."In fairness, how many men have you known enough to care for?" None, I've never. Another thought, “Check closets and any areas someone might hide in. Don’t be surprised if you find a dead body.”Nick looked at me, “Maybe you should be doing my job.” It wasn’t an accusation more a nod that I was thinking ahead. Maybe later I’d have him play chess with Mr. Tristan a few times.It was evident they wanted me out of the way permanently. How they had arranged the attempt on such short notice, showed they had knowledge of the inside communications within the family, even to the. Things went perfectly at first. The flight went well, and Hans was waiting for us at the maintenance hangar with his new limousine. I hadn't seen this one before, and Hans and I talked about it as he showed me around all the custom work Mama had ordered from the factory that had stretched and converted the new Lincoln. It was a beautiful car, but I sensed Hans missed the old one.I asked him about the old limousine, but he smiled and told me Mama had given the car to him to keep. He had it over.