’ ‘Damn.’ ‘So it works, huh?’ he asked. ‘Damn. Did you plan this out, too?’ ‘No. I was just, in the moment. I suddenly remembered and ...hought I’d see if it worked. I guess it did.’ ‘I guess it did. Wow. Thank you, sir. Did you -‘ ‘Yep. You, oh, it was good.’ Yes, it was. We lay there for quite a while. He didn’t seem to be suffering under my weight. We couldn’t stay indefinitely, though. ‘I need to get you home, young man. What would your Father say if I got you home too late? What would he. He knows you want to go home. "How may I have the pleasure of serving you, my Master?" you ask quietly, hands resting on your thighs. He ponders in silence a moment as his little plan takes shape. "Some mead, I think, my girl." he says after a moment, drumming his fingers on the tabletop. "In my horn, honey added... chilled, if there's any there." "Yes, my master." you offer, detaching the horn from his belt, rising fluidly, and he watches with interest as you move toward the serving. "Louis had a bath every day at this time, the waters drawn by Charlesbefore his departure. I made my way quickly to the large brass tub setjust off Louis's fireplace and realized that my gait was a ridiculouslyfeminine prance. I stepped into the waters all at once and winced.Whether it was the heat of the waters or my newly sensitive skin, orsome combination, I didn't know but I could scarcely endure thebathwaters. Sitting in Louis's special tub, the waters were up to myneck and I was softly. And--always the big question--whether one could stop. Itwas scary, but attractive, alluring.And Pamela must have known I was scared. But she was clearlyinterested. She was the one who brought it up, every time. Well,I was interested, too; scary or not, the article preyed on my mind.I found myself thinking about the procedures he had outlined andwondering how one would go about fleshing them out in practice, and Iwent back to the newsgroup and reread it a couple of times.Then I noticed that.