??Only I know I will not do that.?My?thoughts?and 'decisions' are a secondary?predictor of?my behaviour since My Master took ownership and His game be...un.?I replay his final voicemail instructions for today whilst?I curse myself for exposing my mind to the auditory stimulation of My Master's voice,?knowing its effect on cunt will last much longer than the momentary lapse of concentration.?I focus instead on the deep?familiar colour of the?passport sleeve and?long to feel the same sense of pride. "Steven", she whispered conspiratorially, "The bakery is only two minutes away, but I don't want you back for an hour. I need to talk to your girlfriend." "But, Mom, why..?" She gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and whispered, "Steven, I told you I would help you with Kate. I've been making progress with her on my visits to school, now I just need you to vacate for a bit." "What are you planning to do?" "Oh, Steven, you'll find out!" We went back in the dining room and between the three of us. ..LESLIE.No doubt about it, it was her. Down to the big eyes and pouty lips. Anillusion he thought, but he didn't question why or how. And his mind wasa little fuzzy on why he looked like another girl... After all, he wasn'tLeslie. He was, he was. "Jim" came to mind. But no, that would be silly."I'm...I'm..." he stopped, and then of course remembered: "Leslie". Time for cyberbrowsing, though, he/she thought, and she settled down inJim's usual spot. Up came the sites - tangotime and its. In the evening I spent time with my siblings whenever I could and in the night I spent time with myself. It was monotonous but I went along with peace of mind. One day I returned home to find that one of mom’s clients was demanding refunds and it had put the business in crisis. She had to immediately leave for London to address the issue. Dad had to attend an important seminar at the same time so for the first time in our lives, it was us three siblings alone in the house for almost the whole.