Screwing Addie had been a huge mistake. I was better off as a loner. I had a hell of a lot more experience in that than in gentle society. I decided t...at I owed Allen, her neighbor, an apology. I also knew he stood as much chance of getting one from me, as he did from Tiger. I hate bullies and Allen was a bully. His mistake was in his lousy intel. He hadn’t make sure his intended victim was a suitable target.Around 7:30 I took tiger across the semi busy road to a wooded area. I let him off. It is a relief to open my eyes and see him looking in at me, even with his expression so stern. It gives me a fluttering feeling inside. I sit up and narrowly avoid bumping my head against the top bars of the cage. "Good morning, Master." "Good morning, slave." He turns the key in the cage door. It had been there all night and I could have easily let myself out but I know this is a test. I need to prove to him again that I can be his obedient slave. "I hope you will be better behaved today." "I. He looked like a milksop: a slightly built youth with curly golden hair, big blue eyes, and a complexion, and eye lashes, for which a woman would eagerly sell herself. Put a bonnet on his head, a gown over his body and some rouge on his cheeks and Master Charles St. John would pass as a very desirable Mistress Charlotte St. John. At first the men called him Molly, which was an epithet thrown not only at effeminate looking men but also at those men who preferred males to females. The first time. " As Brean picked up her cell phone I pulled out onto the road and drove the reast of the way home. When we got back home we took everything out the back of the pickup and took it into the house. As the wife started putting things away that Breanne and I brought in, "I have your bag packed babe in on the bed." .