I was not always so. But I was made so, and so I must remain." She looked at me curiously. "May I ask questions, Master?" "You may," I said. My head w...s spinning. I had a few questions of my own. "What language is this? It is strange in my mouth." "It's called English," I said. "How can you speak it if you don't know what it is?" "I speak the tongue of my Master, no matter what it is," she said. "How can I serve if I cannot understand?" "Okay..." I was completely at a loss. I had no idea what. "Victoria. "she held out her hand. "Chas" we shook hands.I watched as had a few more puffs, then realising she hadn't offered me my own smoke. Handed it to me I had a couple of puffs and handed it back she needed it more than I did. When we had finished the smoke, we had the munchies so headed back to the party. The numbers had thinned out considerably in the main area. My wife was no where to be seen. Her husband had a young woman hanging on his every word by the pool. She turned to me kissed. ..you are going to be thecutest little girl, honey! Or would you rather be called a sissy likeyour stories do? Hee hee."She had also given him a very cute pair of her old socks. They were whitestretch nylon/cotton anklets that had a turn-down cuff trimmed at theedges with two layers of delicate pink lace accents. And there was pinkribbon trim on the outside of the cuffs. They were the most feminine,little girlish, sissiest socks he had ever seen. And he was totallyadditcted to socks like these.. So why don’t you show me? Where is this so called ‘report’?”“Penny’s got it,” said Connie.“Very convenient,” I scoffed. “So how are you going to produce it? She won’t come near me.”“I could go and get it,” said Connie.I burst out laughing. “And I’d never see you again. I think this is a bluff to get you out of my flat. Admit it.”I was goading her: at last I had a chance to get Penny to meet me.“I could phone her,” said Connie. “How would that be?”“OK,” I said, “Get her here with this ‘report’,.