"Slave, come here," Miss Rose commands. The girl slowly stands up and humbly walks in front of her Mistress. Miss Rose removes her fingers from Ashley...s mouth. She uses them to take a key off of her side table. She uses it deftly to unlock the slave's handcuffs. "I'm giving you your hands back slave. Enjoy yourself as much as you want." Miss Rose's words hurt Ashley's soul. She had been so close to giving her Mistress everything she wanted. She would have been free from these restraints in the. Ibet they haven't been changed in a month of Sundays." I waltzed past himinto his room and began stripping the bed. The sheets were stained fromlong over use and body sweat. When I looked up he was crying in thedoorway."Tim? Did I say something wrong?" I asked in genuine concern."She used to say that all the time, I know you're not her, but you sureact and sound like her." I'm sorry Tim, I didn't mean to bring back painful memories." After afew minutes he realized I was holding him. He buried. " I shrugged. "The hours are flexible at least." "I understand." She nodded. We paused our conversation so we could order our lunch. The waiter gave us both warm smiles and he was cute, enough so that he captured our attention for a long pleasant moment. When he left I rolled my eyes and my mom giggled, a sound which might have seemed strange coming from a woman of her age, but it wasn't. The sound suited her perfectly. "I also...Mmmm…" My mom gave me a funny smile, obviously wanting to say. When I was seven years old I discovered I was invincible. The morning that changed everything started out like every other morning. I got up early, as usual, and went into the kitchen to see what there was to snack on. That’s when I saw it, lying on the counter—a lime green sucker. The first words that came to mind were, finder’s keepers, loser’s weepers. Our family wasn’t Appalachian dirt farmer poor, but my dad worked two jobs just to make sure we had food on the table and a roof over our.