"Where's the waitress?" he asked as he looked about the bar. "I haven't seen her for some time," she said, trying to get his attentionagain. "Chris?" ...he asked, "Is there something wrong?"Chris' eyes darted to her face quickly and he shook his head."No, nothing's wrong" he assured her.The woman was not satisfied. "Look at you! You're a mess!"Chris looked down at his body. He wore a wrinkled white cotton dress shirtthat was unbuttoned almost to his navel. His flat hairless chest peekedthrough. Then the teachers at school would ruin it all by telling us about the warmer sea coming into contact with the colder land thus producing water droplets. I prefer the romantic notion myself. I glance down at my phone to check the time; I am supposed to have a meet up with a lady along the cliff top and pass her my gift of a love tape. The love tape is a collection of songs I have recorded to a CD, it took me a while to put together. The CD starts with the posturing songs from both sides where. I watched another rivulet of condensation run down the side of the tent as the emotions that haunt every freshly fucked girl flashed through my mind.Had I been too easy a conquest? I had certainly not made his progress at all difficult. Did he really love me, or had he just wanted sex? And of course, the old favourite; now that he really had fucked me, would he still respect me? Did I even respect myself after what I had done and let him do?In truth, I wasn’t at all sure.On the one hand, I. She wanted to be part of this larger group, but didn't want to betray her husband. She asked whether we could add him to the group. I had found myself moderating a bit on whether to create new slaves. I would likely need to if we wanted to build a business for example. It just reinforced the need for the new improved Loyalty program. I told her I'd think about it and she went back to socializing. I kept watching the crowd, with Kristen at my side.- Kristen -I was pleased to be my Masters side.