Her emotions ran the full gamut as she listened. She felt the truth of Angel's description of her change in status with the local community, and fear ...hen it seemed that Galen might free his new slaves, in order to go on with his life. She felt shame, when it seemed that Galen might disapprove of submissive behavior, and gratitude when Angel refrained from describing just how cruel she'd been as a Mistress. Finally, she felt elation, when it seemed that Galen might keep her, and showed his. Joan went into full flirt mode, flipping her hair, batting her eyes, wetting her lips, hands on hip and touching them on the arm and chest. They kept that up for around ten minutes and then Joan put an arm through each of theirs and led them to our table. Joan did the introductions, "Dick I'd like you to meet Harry and Vic, Harry and Vic meet my husband Dick." I smiled and shook hands with them. Harry was tall, blond haired and quite fit, maybe a San Diego surfer. He wore a Hawaiian shirt,. “Unless you were followed into the catacombs from the museum, you are far removed from the dangers above.”“The Black River may mean more than the literal ink,” Maddie insisted. “Maybe it simply means the line of type. The rubric could be just what rubrics have always been, the key to the message, not the message itself.”“But how do we find the message?” Rolf asked. “We do not know what kind of key it is.”“What if the rubric is actually a grille,” Maddie said. “There must be some reason it was. However, it seemed the most logical reason why Jax was so keen on ensuring she was presentable. As the days passed, she became quite pleased as each time he examined her, whether it was by pulling down her panties and examining them quite closely, or just checking to ensure that she was not wearing them, she soon looked forward to showing just how conscientious she could be.It was actually quite upsetting to her that one day when she had spent too much time reading before school, so that when.