” It read.“Hello, Miss.”“Where are you?”“At work, Miss.”“Go to the restroom, text me when you are there.”My heartbeat picked up as I...walked, normally I would just be told to send a pic and what to send. I entered the ladies room thankfully it was empty and entered a stall.“I am here, Miss,” I sent, my hands shaking a little.“Good girl. Now, are you my obedient little bitch?”“Yes, Miss.”“And you do as you are told?”“Yes, Miss.”“Then the next thing I want to receive is a video of my pet making. "I've got to clean up," she announced, "I'm meeting Dolores for tennis." Without waiting for me to leave, she swung off the bed and rounded the corner into the bathroom, still talking to me.The "bathroom" was a pretentious name for the large closet that held a too-small tub, a toilet and a sink. Across the tub was a shower curtain whose main job, it had evolved, was to serve as an indoor drying rod for lingerie. I'd become quite used to my wife's dainty things drying there, but since Dorothy's. ‘Oh, no,’ Jenny said. ‘I’ll find something.’ ‘It’d be my pleasure,’ I said eagerly. ‘Go ahead,’ Marcia said to her daughter. ‘He’s a perfectly nice young man.’ ‘Mom’s apparently willing to pay the movers to chat in addition to moving the occasional box,’ Heather interjected. Jenny gave her sister a long stare and then turned to me. ‘I’d love to,’ she said, as much to spite her sister as to accept the dinner invitation, it seemed. ‘Great,’ I said. ‘I’m Bill. I’ll be here around six-thirty.’. She’s also very good at it. No offense, but I think she’s one of the very few women I’ve met who are willing to bait their hook, or remove the fish from it when they catch one.”The three of them continued to chat for the next few minutes before Matti reminded them that they had a two hour drive ahead of them, and that they should get on the road. With that said, Matti and Dawn collected her various bags and equipment to take it all down to Matti’s truck. Included were her new fishing rod, a.