..”“All the ‘dis’ words. Yes, dear.” Alistair rolled his eyes for probably the fifth time in the last half hour.I picked up a makeup brush m... maid had sent with me – I had only the barest idea what to do with it, if I was honest – and gestured with it instead of rubbing it along my cheekbones. “He’s trying to trap me, or perhaps just humiliate me. Show me up as something other than I claimed. I use the wrong fork at dinner and he’ll try to claim it means I’m a fraud.”“You won’t use the wrong. We talk about her job, we talk about mine. We eat, we shower, we get to bed, we fight. Two weeks after our conversation in the bedroom, I pick her up from work. It has been raining unceasingly for almost three days. Rain is good, it soothes the soul in a manner of its own. Yet, it sort of restricts you. I stay inside, don’t get out, don’t go anywhere!! At least, if it was not raining the whole time, I could have gone fishing. It would have taken me out of the confines I share with her moods.. "Yes, tormenting slave does make the time fly by. Do you have to leave soon?"Nikki sips her coffee. "No, the money he gave me covers what I'd have made dancing tonight. I'd much rather be tormenting slave than fighting off rude customers. I still can't believe some of the things he writes about. I'd love to see him crawl around the floor, dragging a weight with his cock."Leah sips her coffee. "So would I, but he won't bring anything with him. Damn, my head is spinning from all those. "Mother, tomorrow, what I'd really like for my birthday, whatI'vereallywantedforsometime-" Agneta, stop mumbling, you know mother can't understand you unless you speak properly" she said in a sympathetic voice."take a deep breath and speak slowly, I know you're excited but mommy won't be able to get you what you want for tomorrow, unless she knows" OK" Agneta took a deep breath "I would really love to see the floating lights"For a moment her mother had a look of rage, then looked at the table.