Rather, it was just a feeling that something was wrong. She had tried everything to get to sleep, even taking a pill. But nothing had worked, and the ...igital clock by her bed mocked her as it recorded the passing of time.It had already been one weekend since she had last seen Mistress Erica and Andrea. Janet had suddenly realized just how much she missed being a slave by the absence of her normal weekend routine. Instead of the limo to Greenwich and the sexual thrill of submission, she had. " she finished, her voice trailing offas her own conviction faltered in hearing her words."Yeah, but..." I started to protest."You could stay with the band, dude!" Abby interrupted picking up theidea and running with it. "We could stay a band. I don't want somefucking skank jumping in on the work you did. You have as much right tothis success as any of us. We have to give it a try at least."It was as though I had no choice.And so, we did try. Despite my protests, we tried that very night. Then, as Andrew spun and lashed out with his whip, - crack, crack, crack, crack - the candles were snapped out one by one... except one. The slave with the strawberry blond hair had flinched as the whip cracked and lowered the candle slightly.The smattering of applause died away as Master Andrew gestured to the other slaves to move aside. His stare was icy and his voice was even colder as he addressed the quivering young girl, "You have disgraced me in public by your actions. Stand still and. "[pause]"I just talked to her. I must say, she sounded very upbeat and lively. Did you girls have as much fun as she suggested?"[long pause]"Really! Now, I didn't expect that. Not that I'm saying she shouldn't have, mind you. I just didn't think she was ready ... for ... that."[short pause]"No, of course I'm not upset. I want her to be happy. She's young and good looking and deserves to have fun and meet new people. Where was this fellow from?"[short pause]"You're kidding. West Vancouver? Small.