What's the occasion?" Leon asked as he motioned to me and winked."Didn't want her to feel neglected by her Black Daddy, so I took her along for the ri...e. Why don't you keep her busy while I get this shit sorted out?"Her??? Sheesh."You mean it, T?" Yeah, just don't be doing what you did last time, we lost that one remember?"Leon laughed, "Nah, I'm cool, nigga, no more of that. I didn't know that one was so sensitive, ya know?" Right, you two run along, stay in the building though, I don't want. As the bill came and Chloe paid, she turned to me, held my hand with her perfectly tender, manicured fingers and gently whispered “You know I believe there is a reason for everything. And perhaps I lost my wallet so that we could meet.” I gave her an accepting smile as we stepped into the blast of cold New England air, which was holding Market Square hostage. Well-fed and curious about each other, we walked along the striking and historic streets of Portsmouth, our faces freezing. Talking and. The thought crushed me. I went thru several emotions at once. But I knew this was something I had to see for myself. I was in serious denial mode. Complete disbelief.When I got home from school that night, I found her sleeping on the couch. It was 10:30 by this time so her dozing was normal. I could do nothing but stare and shake my head in denial. She was cheating on me. It was difficult to keep myself from confronting her. But I wanted irrefutable proof for later ammunition.Half grumbling, I. ‘Go and have a shower, put on the black blouse only and stand in the bedroom – wait for me there.’ ‘Yes, Miss.’ She stood and went to the bedroom where she undressed then into the bathroom. She showered carefully, enjoying the heat and steam. A few minutes later she was standing, naked but for the blouse, waiting for her Mistress. Her reflection in the mirror watched her. Her small breasts topped with hard nipples, the bald pubis, the slight smile beneath the fall of her hair. Her Mistress.