“Finally something that you’re good in.” I gasped and started to retort, but then a wicked gleam in her green eyes for some unfathomable reason ...ade me halt. “You want to come too?” she inquired softly. I answered with a shameful, eager nod. “I don’t think so.” She brushed a strand of frizzy hair aside that tried to cover my eye. “Not yet. If you’re a good girl though, tonight…” Whatever being “good” might be, she didn’t say. But I was hooked. She knew it, and I knew it, and there was no going. After knowing him for four years, I trust that he has the maturity of the spirit to determine for himself when it is best to ask for release from his Penance. I do not believe that you have such maturity of spirit. Therefore I anticipate the Creator will communicate to me about the length of your Penance, not to you. If you accept the collar, you will wear it for a long time, not just a few weeks. The winter will come and the cold wind will punish your exposed body. Everyone in your life will. I put my arms around her and we kissed. It was a long, hard, sloppy kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth and for a moment we were oblivious to everyone else around us, even our daughter. Finally, I pulled away, worried that either our friends would tell us to get a room or I would give in to the temptation to tear her clothes off and take her right there."You look stunning, Elven Princess," McKayla said softly. There was an edge to her voice, part amused, part longing. Her hand caressed my cheek.. Good, I think – she's actually seen me looking and I must not be too creepy because she seems quite comfortable.She says her farewells in English, then seems to wrap up in Japanese and clicks around some more, pulling out her earphones, apparently done with her call.After a couple minutes of clicking and typing, our eyes meet again. I am going through in my mind what I might say to her, and how to start, glad that I'm still dressed nicely from the business day as not to be too inferior. I.