She was mistress he was servant, each knew their place and their duty. She knew he was loyal and respected him for it. Once, she had hit him absent-mi...dedly with her riding crop when a friend, if that was the word, was present. Of course nothing was said, but later she happened to hear this woman telling her servant, her servant mind you, that he should not have to put up with such behaviour. She smiled with the recollection of his answer. “What my mistress, whom I am honoured to serve, chooses. She liked to look at what other people sawthat drew the attention of both men and women, drawing comments, some tactful and othersdown right vulgar. Being the lady that she was, she acted offended by the racy comments, but secretly she loved it.Satisfied with the way she looked and smelled, she stepped into the tight little black dress she had picked out for the evening. She had elected to go with no panties and bra. She pulled herdress over her hips stopping at the waist. Just one more thing. The clerk shook his companion and he slowly gained consciousness."Duuuude!" he groaned groggily as he tried to stand up."Duuuude!" his friend replied, shaking his head.About thirty minute later Michele figured it was safe enough to pull offthe road to get some coffee and have a cigarette and think things over. She pulled into a full service roadside petrol station and filled thecar, paying the attendant with cash. She pulled away from the petrolbowsers and parked in a parking lot behind the. The nest itself was as spectacular as on their prior visits, the walls, floor and ceiling aglow with undulating light. As she waited for her husband to emerge from the entry passage she found herself almost breathless from its beauty and the sense of aliveness that permeated the entire area. "You know, I wonder if even heaven could be as grand as this," she said quietly to Igwanda as he came through behind her."Amanda, Igwanda, you are welcome here," came the harsh sound, very different from.