I stood at the kitchen sink slowly working my way through the unusually large pile of dishes, glancing from time to time out of the window at the smal... group of kids cavorting around the pool. Kids? I shook my head wonderingly; some of them didn’t look much like kids any more even though they were all of a similar age to my daughter Natasha. She had just turned 18, and this was a slightly belated birthday party. When she’d first asked for the party I was a little dubious, heck the last thing I. He said he could give me a home tomorrow. So after about 24 hours of fevered texts, I packed what few possessions I could fit into my car and drove from Ohio to Wisconsin to start my new exciting life of servitude.?I did the address, in a lovely neighborhood, I text my Master that I have arrived. A very handsome man meeting the exact description he have given and with a very close similarity to all the shared pictures stepped from the door and waved in a friendly manner for me to come hither. I. It wasn't a routine anymore. It was no longer merely a young woman who pretended that she was fighting the hunger and passion that coursed through her.At some moment Honey had become a slave to her own passion and now every movement was natural, the sly techniques that every woman possessed and used when she meant to have a manI was positive of it. Because the moment the half-slip had fallen to the rug and she'd kicked it aside, the record had ended. There was no more music; but Honey continued. ..So.. One gold chip is worth… Five thousand copper?..”Mayla nodded some and set the three drinks down. “Yup. The price of gold was about on the same line of silver until the mages discovered they could use it in their magics. After that, it became rarer than hen's teeth.”“...Hen's teeth?”“It’s an expression. It means really, really rare.” she explained, smirking some.“Oh. And a gold chip is the same size of these?..” he asked, picking up the drinks, eying her wide eyes.“Uh.. Yes?”“...Okay!”.