M. I unlock the pool entrance just as the first devotees are walking up the path. I place Fiona in charge of the house and pool so I can concentrate o... the other matters. After sending the boys down to feed the slaves I sit and think about yesterday’s talk with my psychologist friend and her evaluation of the slaves’ mental condition.About half an hour later I go downstairs to find the slaves obediently sitting in their chairs without any restraints or anyone else in the room while they carry. I was left standing in the middle of the room out of breath, shaking and with a throbbing between my legs.The door open and I lifted my head, hopeful he had come back, but it was Melissa instead. Her keen eye took in everything.“Everything go okay?”I smiled my best smile and nodded. “Absolutely, Mark was a gentleman.”Melissa looked at me like I had sprouted three heads. “Mark, a gentleman? Have you ever actually met my brother?”I blushed and looked down.“Come on, Melissa!” her boyfriend. Jack was there."Where the hell have you been? You don't watch the last two games with us, you don't come home last night? What gives?" I've been at Callie's," I admitted."Last NIGHT?" I nodded. "What happened?" Not a good idea to talk about it right now, OK?" All right. But-good or bad?" Good, if she doesn't freak, OK?" OK."I met her for breakfast, and she seemed better. We went through our classes that morning. We both finished at 12:30, and our classes at that time were in the same building,. Friday evening: I wore a black dress for her and I went on the bike to the nearest location to her flat. She came in another black saree. I complimented her for her costume on that day and she held my shoulders to get on my bike. It was such a wonderful feeling “A beautiful married woman with me on my bike”. I drove slowly and we kept talking about our whole bike trip and she covered her face with a dupatta which she bought with her so that no one would notice her. While I was riding she asked.