Drawing my attention away from her breasts, I looked up to see that she was staring right back at me with eyes that sparkled with humour and a hint of...a smile that suggested fun and mischief. Quickly, I moved my eyes away, not wanting to come across some bar-room lecher, fantasising over something I could never have. A quick glance up showed me that she was still looking my way and her smile had broadened further.She leant across and whispered something in her partner’s ear and they both. You can see it in her eyes and the way she holds herself." She motioned back at the Robinsons and said, "Watch."The small orchestra started to play, Jonathan tried to take Cynthia's hand and lead her to the dance floor. She pulled her hand away, stepped past him, and went to the ladies room."See," Abby said."Well, that's their problem." I took Abby's hand and leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I believe there was mention of further payment. Do you want to dance for awhile or get right. As I was doing so, Pyx brought out the food: her wonderful meatloaf, baked macaroni and cheese, made from scratch wheat dinner rolls, steamed fresh spinach, and a tossed salad. She kept the door propped open, so she could hear my account.While I served myself, Pyx prayed silently and crossed herself. After that, she started filling her plate.My young slave spoke tentatively. "Master, can I give you my opinion?"This surprised me. Pyx rarely spoke her mind, even when asked. I nodded. "You may." I. Their last time together had been different. His wife had taken the children and flown to her parents leaving him to tend to the responsibilities of selling their home and dealing with the moving process. He had called her the night before the movers would load their belongings. Against her better judgment, she had driven the forty-five minutes to his house. Boxes were stacked everywhere. Hehad cooked dinner, or more accurately grilled some steaks and assembled a very passable salad. They had.