The conversation drifted onto other subjects. I maintained my silence, pondering the wisdom of telling my Mistress about my dream. Too late now, the d...e was cast and I must accept whatever punishment she chose to inflict upon me for having such disrespectful thoughts. As the appointed hour neared, Mistress Whiplash took a small ticket stub that had been tucked inside her figure hugging outfit and passed it to me. ‘Go to the cloakroom, get my bag and bring it back here,’ she commanded.I took. After I got my drink, I decided to check on her. Padding up to her room, I could hear the tv, which was turned down - she probably didn't want to wake me. But as I reached her door, I recognized the sounds - the cheezy soundtrack and grunts and moans of a porno vid. I first saw the tv, and sure enough, some stud was plowing a blonde doggy-style. That was shocking enough, but looking over at mum almost made me freak out completely. She was sitting back against her pillows, wearing a white T. William was twelve and Thomas was eight. Uncle Charles was owner of a shipyard. What freetime Uncle Charles had away from the shipyard was spent tucked away in his vast library, working on a book about a bunch of stuffy old generals according to Kat. The first few weeks went smoothly enough, a few minor skirmishes between the children, a few pranks, but nothing too unbareable. The entire family and staff had been warned about Kats outlandish behavior. Uncle Charles and Aunt Agathas way of. “My aide Bashira Temba met with the American delegation to determine what they wished to discuss. When he was informed of the subject matter, he asked them to wait, and immediately came to inform me of this event. I canceled my next meeting, and personally went to meet with the delegation.“The American delegation introduced me to Mister Doug Smith. They then informed me that Mister Smith was an Ambassador who had been sent to Earth by the Multiverse Government, which is the government of an.