" Our ages seem to be irrelevant Veronica," I said. "You are really turning me on" Really?" she said."Show me." Take me into the bedroom and I will," ... said.She stood up and took my hand. "Come along with me, young man."We walked into her bedroom she closed the door and said, "may I undress you?" Oh please," I said.She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it over my shoulders, I shuddered at the chill and sat on the edge of the bed. She gently pushed me down on my back and started to unbuckle my belt. I wanted to show my Mistress how happy I was to have this wonderful life as her sissy slave. In fact, I couldn’t imagine wanting any other kind of life. I had everything a gurl like me could want: security, someone who loved me and cared for me, someone who would use me and treat me like the slut I always knew I was, pretty clothes, shoes, a purpose in life (serving Her), and the thrill of always being on edge sexually, the thought of sex never far from my mind – ever. She kept me that way,. She struggled through the middle of the week, her nights lonely after seeing the kids to bed, sharing a bed, but nothing else with a husband who now not only showed no interest in her sexually, but also slept as far on his side of the bed as possible, denying her any form of intimacy whatsoever. As if to add to her misery, her yearnings returned, her mind replaying the erotic adventures she had experienced with Jeremy and the others. Again she tried masturbation, but again it fell far short of. Cadfael gave her a smile of thanks and her eyes widened slightly but she said nothing and withdrew behind a curtained door."Beware, my friend. My niece is a headstrong girl. Her mother, my only sister, sent her to me a year gone. Her husband died of the cholera. He had no family so she returned home. It was not a happy arrangement. Mariam can be... difficult. There was some trouble over a young man. He was importunate. Now he walks with a limp."Sensing Salah's unease, Cadfael smiled."I do.