There was a pattern but he couldn't figure it out. He had a sudden, sickening thought. Could there be a killer on loose - a rogue master or, even wors..., one of the staff? Maybe it was just as well that Alexa was out of the way. He wondered how she was coping on her own - would she come back or 'slip her collar' forever. Perhaps he was a fool to test her. Then again, he had been behaving totally out of character ever since he had seen her fighting for her life. Damn the girl - I can't think. " "Yeah, coke or ginger ale. Which do you like?" I bent to open the fridge, waiting for her reply. "Ginger ale." I picked out the plastic bottle and poured some into a mug. The foam crept over the side, I dipped my finger to it and wiped it off, and absentmindedly sucked the liquid off my finger. I looked up to see her looking at me oddly. Actually oddly was not quite the right word. It seemed more like a realization surfacing. Of what I wasn't sure. I got up from the chair and handed the cup. She nodded imperceptibly as she saw him pulling up the horses. Still she did not speak, just raised the barrel of the pistol in her left hand to her lips, in a clear gesture to the driver to be silent. The right was trained on his chest. She padded forward even before the horses had halted, and whispered her instruction. ‘Sir, I have no quarrel with you, and will take no thing of yours. Be silent and motionless and you will not be hurt.’ He swallowed and nodded. She was satisfied there would. You have to go to work? Still haven't forgiven me? Okay, you go ahead and look out the window as you drink your coffee. I'll just slide my hands around your waist and snuggle up behind you. Can you feel my breasts pressing into your back? My nipples are hard little points against your shoulder blades. You know you want to touch them. No? You're still mad. Well, I'm not. I'm feeling a little randy myself. All that reading, you know.Your cotton shirt is soft against my cheek as I wrap my arms.