"Hoshi helped a lot," Trip admitted. "If she wasn't the best linguist we have, she could just as well work as a counselor." That seemed to be working ...oth ways," Malcolm replied. "I don't think I could have helped her like you did." Malcolm, all we did was talking and listening to each other. Of course you can do that." It's good to know someone's believing in me, but frankly I need to learn even basic social skills," Malcolm replied and Trip could hear the frustration in his friend's voice.. But seconds later my phone chimed and I read his response out loud:Bree, you're a bad, bad girl,I'll have that bum.Ready or not, here I come!I laughed merrily to myself as I imagined Ryan frantically searching.I returned undiscovered to my desk twelve minutes later and innocently resumed work. It was the naughtiest thing I'd done so far in my priggish life, and the wickedness of it all was delicious. I was early to the pub but Ryan was there already, watching for me.“Okay, Bree, where were. I try to rouse myself fully awake, but I fail meekly. I try to make my eyes stay open-I do not manage to succeed. I inhale slowly, and realize just who is near me-my Lord my noble gracious Master-here nude before. My brain begins shouting in a panic "Wake up, wake up, octavia your Master wants you to perform now" I cannot seem to wake up-(later you would tell me this was the way you wanted me to be-you had crushed sleeping pills and laced the pills in the sweet green tea you had made me drink. I broke it off and became a single woman again.While I enjoy having a man in my life, I've never had any fear of being single. I'm not the most beautiful woman in the world; but I'm not the ugliest either. Like any woman, I know my best and worst attributes. I'm tall and lean with just mere a handful of breasts, but hey, not all men like huge ones anyway. I like my nice round bum which fills out a pair of jeans or a mini skirt very well. While my long legs are shapely, I think my thighs are too.