She smiled, with a hit of nervousness."If you should to wish to address me, do not use my name - call me Master instead.You don't have to say it every...time you talk to me, just that whenyou want to say my name, say that instead.Understood?" Yes.Master.So what will you call me?" Whatever I like," I said, smiling."Now, time for a bit of a lesson.Who has the power right now?" You do." Why?" Because you can tell me what to do." Why will you do what I tell you?" Because... because I agreed to." And. I responded by ridding myself of my shirt and tie, buttons popping all over the room in my haste to remove it. I don't think I'm much to look at. I'm 6' 2", lean and a bit gangly but Laura didn't seem to care at all. She threw herself at me, her teeth biting my nipples briefly before kissing me again. I pushed her away and started unbuttoning her blouse. 'Rip the bastard,' she said at my fumbling attempts to get the tiny buttons undone. I grasped the blouse and ripped it, more buttons falling. Christmas had been ruined for her. Even as she opened present after present, she knew in her heart they were just things: toys, books, clothes, video games, jewellery, sportswear. They were only things, things devoid of magic.Her parents tried being reasonable. That was a mistake, but a well-intentioned one. Her mum gave her the usual line, " Santa is real because he's the spirit of Christmas ... The embodiment of giving and sharing and loving and caring." She had read that somewhere in the. As I said before, I'm probably the last one to know anything about this matter. You should have heard some gossip, haven't you Melissa?" I asked.Melissa said, "I swear! I've heard nothing at all, but I promise to let you know if something comes my way. What are you going to do?" What can I do? Going home to my children and then keeping my word, and divorcing my cheating wife," I said.Eric asked, "Would you have really paid for the whole trip if Johanna had been innocent?" Oh yes, I said a.