I slowly spread them out, then impulsively pushed them away and turned my head as if revolted.“The dress,” he repeated, looking at me, his smile b...coming even more wolfish. ~~~~~Miriam’s and my trip back from our vacation in the south of France was quiet, loving, and wonderful. Those two weeks were the best I had ever had, and I will always remember them with fond longing. I had worshipped Miriam for a long time and loved her almost as long, and I had chosen to be her slave.Yet, now she loved. Doing so was forbidden and would bring a swift and certain reprisal.Suddenly a soft sound distracted her, a light click of heel on tile. Forgetting the water rising up towards her, she turned her head and looked with longing eyes. A familiar figure stood outlined in the doorway. Tall, sensuous, commanding, and above all…beautiful. It was her Mistress. Mistress Bianca. Two more clicks and now a subtle metallic, almost chime-like sound as the woman stepped just inside the room, coming fully into. Caleb had a nice room of his own, much larger than the one at Annie's house. School was ten blocks away, far enough to justify riding his bike. On days when the weather was really crappy, Bill would drop him off on his way to the office. Annie had to leave pretty early in the morning to drive to Maywood High.Even before the adoption was finalized in November, they were evolving into a solid family. It wasn't easy for him, though. Hell, it wasn't easy for any of them! Caleb didn't just fall into. And what she wanted was the post of Associate Professor at the University where she was already employed as a lecturer. She requested, and got, a private meeting with the man who she had determined would be the key decision maker in the appointment process, a man she had never, to her recollection, even seen, let alone spoken to.Waiting outside his office, Sharon was trying to decide whether she would appeal to his sense of continuity or his professional judgement in getting him to support her.