She skipped outside to the garden, unable to remove the huge smug smile on her face as she slid her cherry tootsie roll pop to the other side of her m...uth. Dante Stone was the one person in town that did not adore Tempest Rush. On the contrary, he could barley tolerate her. She managed to irritate him like no one else. He had honestly believed that no one other than his brother Davis could irritate him to the point of murder, but Tempest had proved him wrong. It was worse for him, he would. I also noted that there was only one of her expensive eardrops on a shelf.During the breakfast Helene looked a little worn out but said she was fine. When I asked her about the party she replied, "Rather boring with not many people at the bar. Short of guys for dancing; I danced only a few times and was home rather early I think".What a shameless lying bitch. Now I was almost sure that she had fucked somebody during the night and lost her eardrop while fucking. A friend of mine had trapped his. Rubbing my dry tongue over my lips, I tried to bring some life back to my dehydrated mouth. "Please," I begged, "let me go. I'll do anything you ask. Please!" She just laughed at me. "You're already going to do everything I say, slave boy! Now," she continued, "I'm going to untie you. But first, you've got to understand something. You will only address me as 'Mistress'. And you will not speak again unless I tell you to. You will do everything I tell you without hesitation, or face whatever. Just as I was going to walk out I opened themedicine cabinet. There on the shelf was Beatrice's meds. Just likemost woman her age she had a few prescriptions, a blood pressure pill,daily low dose aspirin and an Estrogen pill. Unbeknownst to me she hadhad a hysterectomy in her 50s and the supplement calmed her hot flashesand kept her feeling feminine. Of course she could have stopped them butshe felt that it was important to have the female hormone in her system.The side effects of the blood.