"He had been on a horse once, at summer camp. The times he had been on some poor pony walking in a circle at a summer fair didn't count. Knowing he co...ld sit on the beast was a confidence builder, though. Otherwise, he'd be scared shitless.Piotr motioned to two nearby men."Would you like some assistance, Your Grace?"He considered. On the one hand, his ego, and his place at the top of this society. On the other, his safety.Oh, what the hell. If he broke his neck, most of his problems would be. That’s what a designer did. Document design became a secondary and eventually tertiary objective but was raised as an investigation of intelligence. We sold off the document software and focused on the development of the integrated intelligence in machines.”“Can a computer really become an independent intelligence?” I asked.“In all likelihood, we won’t know the answer to that question until after it has occurred. Long after. But we have many computers that do a good job of simulating. "Dust, Master," she said looking down."I need your garters for this slave," he said looking down at her. Matilda took off her garters and handed them to him, she was now completely naked. She was utterly humiliated, but she felt something else too, something that she was too afraid to explore deeper."Now go outside and fetch me some wood," he said. Matilda couldn't believe his cruelty. Outside was where all the men worked, and she would be fully exposed to their gazes."I can't go outside. At least then I would have closure. After finding the darkened cabin empty, I had sat there by his door for an hour. I hadn’t been waiting for him, but I felt closer to him, sitting there on his porch. It sure was better than lying in that awful bed back at my cabin, which I eventually returned to. There was still a good amount of the afternoon left when my parents and I returned to the cabin. The family spent most of the day packing and relaxing, as we would be leaving early the next morning..