She regains her composure quickly and releases my arm. I turn my head to look at her. She still averts my gaze. Her eyes are fixed on the ground this ...ime. “Forgive me, Sir,” She pleads. She is a sub. “Are you okay?” I ask her. “Yes Sir. Thank you for asking,” she replies. I walk to her, place my hands on her hips and lift her skirt. Her eyes are still fixed on the ground. I lift the hem of her skirt past her elbows. She gives out a long sigh and presses her elbows into her sides, holding. No man sought her hand, though many still sought her body. She had rebuffed them all. Though she ached for pleasure, she would give herself to no man who would not relieve her father of the burden she had become.Her heart heavy - as always - she made her way into the rising heat and the stream of laborers who ogled her with unabashed lust, on her way to her toil, baking bread.It was near to the time of high sun when the women of the bakery glanced at each other, wondering at the nervous posture. I wonder what he will name it.There was knock on the door. I let Tiny in and he poured himself some coffee then sat with me facing the Pacific. Another knock on the door and I let Dewey in who also poured himself some coffee then dragged a chair over to join us in contemplating the deep blue expanse of water.Tiny asked, "What do you think? Is Chuck done fooling around with strange goings on?"I said, "He said he was and his boss, John, and the Marshal disappeared to go spend time with their. It was getting late in the afternoon and she looked at me with her light blue eyes and that mischivous grin that signaled to me she had something on her wicked little mind.We were watching the last heat in the demolition derby when she leaned over,whispering in my ear...when the sun drops below the horizon lets buy a couple tickets to our favorite ride and try something new! Whenever she got that twinkle in her pretty blue eyes,I knew that meant trouble.We watched as the last car got crunched.