But… well… it was what it was. I hope you understand,” he concluded with a shrugIt was as if someone had plunged a knife in my heart. How the fu...k I maintained a calm demeanour, goodness only knows.“Sure,” I said, before swallowing hard and bravely concluding, “I fully understand.”The rest of the journey was conducted in silence. I had been wined, dined, and spent ten days in luxury, but had also never felt cheaper or used. To be precise; I felt like a fuckin’ prostitute that had been shown a. As it became darker outside, it was apparent that neither of us wanted to part just yet. I opened a bottle of wine and ordered Chinese takeaway to share with the woman who’d spent a couple of hours chatting on my couch. Marissa told me a lot about herself. She had a brother and a stepsister, her father was gay, her mother remarried, and there was always tension between them at family gatherings because of her sexuality. She had a dog named Cooper, a cat called Tizzy, she liked to cook, worked. We noticed that we shared a patio with some neighbors; it certainly gave us a little less privacy but everything else was really fine. As we took our things into our room we could not help but notice some noises coming from their open window. The d****s were also open and I saw that there was a giant black man in a warm embrace with a nice shaped read head woman. She was naked, but he was still wearing only a pair of boxers.As we continued to gather our stuff, Anita and I could not avoid. You have nothing to fear. You are not her slave, my dear, you are her servant and to serve is a noble pursuit."With that momentary lapse of protocol finished with, Mr. Bradley stood back up to his full height, stiffened his back, and knocked at the door. In the kindness of his words and eyes, Angelica found the courage she needed though she had to once again quickly banish the thoughts that began to form in her mind."You will go in now."She entered the Lady's chamber. She could not drink it all.