The tender burned flesh beneath the glove tightened around the hilt of the Athamé and he yelled in anger and pain. The back of his good hand connecte... with her face, knocking her back down on the bier. The knife changed hands and Ryan’s anger turned to laughter. There was a manic glow in his eyes.“So, you like pain, do you? I’m very good at that.” He moved toward her again with the knife poised, confident in his superior size and strength. This time the steel was met with her own blade and she. What time…, wait it’s fucking Saturday. Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her head. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch and cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste vivid on her dry lips, the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly, almost slow motion, touching her. Something happened when hewas a young lad that put him off the other sex because he changed suddenly whenhe was about eleven years old. I believe it was Lord Prendergast?s snootytwins. They looked like innocent angels but I knew they ridiculed Bobby no endbecause he was so big and rather awkward. He never says though.? It wassomething for me to ponder on if I wasn?t to be thrown on the proverbial scrapheap when my term of slavery ended.This suggestion was reinforced when afterthe Christmas. “It’s ok I will get the bath ready.” I ran to the bathroom and turned the geyser on. I went back to her and slowly lifted her in my arms. “what are you doing?” she asked me. “Taking you to bath, what else?” I replied. She smiled a happy smile after so long then. She wouldn’t be able to bath on her own so I had to help her but that was certainly going to be a problem. My mother may have been in her thirties but she was a looker. With beautiful flaxen blonde hair, voluptuous boobs, a slim waist.