I'd have to avoid them and deal with them, hopefully, later.The head cook left for his morning food purchasing as usual, but no other car came or left...the grounds all day. About every three hours, at nine a.m., noon, and so forth, a well-armed patrol randomly chose areas of the grounds to make an exhaustive search, giving the central line of trees an especially careful inspection. I discovered why at about 5 p.m. when I saw a naked slave girl run away from the house and hide in the trees about. They were free, with a freedom that I would never again be able to feel.I'd given them three months. I'd wanted them to think it was over. I wanted them lulled into a nice sense of security. I wanted them to think they were just coming out of the end of the tunnel ... a tunnel I'd be stuck in for the rest of my fucking life.Oh no. It wasn't over. I hadn't even fucking started.I smiled as I took a screen capture of a nice close up of Amber and Dave in flagrante delicto, as it were. Amber's legs. Jenny had constantly reminded you that you are by far the biggest man she had ever been with, and that all the guys before you had little tiny dicks that couldn’t even get her off. She routinely describes you as “twice as big as them.” In fact, she has also said that “if you were any bigger, I don’t think I can handle it.”But you’d always felt small, for some reason. Recently, you had an experience which really made you feel small. When you watched “point of view” porn, where the guys film. Grandchildren. I wanted out children to have grandchildren. A rosy future with the money to make life wonderful. A new beginning for the house. Jess would make my house our home.Across the bridge, late in the evening ... someday someone is going to pave Main. Splishing and splashing up to the hotel and ... well, Son Of a Bitch ... the lights are on at home!Our home is lit up like Christmas. I heard the Hotel front door slam and I could see John rush to the desk, pick up the phone and say.