Just stand for a second. Watch me.”She proceeds to look all shy like, then her eyes seem to lock to mine. Her head tilts slightly. Her lips part. Sh... pauses.“Now, see. This is what a girl looks like when she wants to be kissed. Ok, sometimes, you can just come up and kiss her right out, but usually, most of the time, it’s best if you wait for the sign.”She brushes a bit of hair off her face, then repeats. A slight lean forward, a slight tilt of the head, lips licked and parted.I’m frozen.“Ah,. Holding her back up straight she smiled warmly and said, "Good morning, Mistress. Good morning, Master. I'm Slave Cathy. I will be your house slave at least until your marriage."She jumped off the bed and went to the door. She returned with a whip coiled in her hand which she gave to Cindy saying, "This is a new whip, Mistress. I hope it has been properly prepared. Would you like to discipline me this morning?"Cindy heaved the whip into the corner of the room, took Cathy in her arms and asked,. Is you crazy?’ Monique paid her no attention and yelled towards the bartender, ‘Who’s the owner of this hell hole?’ The bartender replied harshly, ‘Who the fuck is asking?’ Monique shouted back, ‘Someone looking for a job.’ The bartender and the busty blonde stripper led Monique towards the back office. As they entered the office, the owner shot them all a dirty look. ‘I said I was not to be bothered.’ The bartender apologized, ‘Sorry boss, this bitch here was asking for you.’ The blonde. "Greg was her ex-husband. He chases young women, women barely old enough to be legal prey. That is why they had divorced."How old is the bride?" I asked."It will be her eighteenth birthday tomorrow," Lynn spat out.Ouch. That must have hurt Lynn. I opened my arms to her. She dropped to her knees and snuggled against my shoulder. I stroked her hair gently as she sobbed.I looked back up at the picture that reminded me of happier times when Lynn could help me with any problem I had."What happened.