The stinking, sodden mess that was the mattress where I had spent the night reminded me of just how far I'd fallen. I determined that I wasn’t just ...oing to clean up, I would make the place sparkle, or at least as much as a rather grim cellar could. When it came time to put away the chains I had a chance to really look around under the pretence of finding out where they lived. The chest of draws was neatly organised with a collection, not just of chains, but of leather and steel cuffs, spreader. "Okay, guys, dinner's almost ready. Brad, get some wine. Jordyn set the table and get the salad dressing."After everyone regained some composure, dinner went well. Brad opened. "Well, Samantha, did you get your clothes washed?" You have no idea how difficult it is to wash clothes with Frank helping." She paused. "Okay, we went to the market, cooked the dinner, and made the wine. You guys clean up."I had a strange jealousy watching Brad and Jordyn, even though I was cuddled with Samantha. Maybe. It is the only place where an illusion of fresh air existed, hundreds of fitness freaks flocked the pathways of this gorgeous garden every morning to breath in some imaginary fresh air. A man like me would call it a great privilege to watch gorgeous women hovering around in their running attire. Being a man of manner, after numerous attempts to engrave on my subconscious about the uncomforting misery women go through when a strange man glares at them continuously, I succeeded. My eyes are. Nothing.“Oh? Oh! A pet, ye mean. I ... I’ve always wanted one, but ... I dinnae know. It might not like me, because of Vrall, ye ken?”He shook his head as he came back to the bed, and crawled across it to join her. “That is a real possibility, but I think any pet you get and raise from a young age will be fine. That Eric fellow has a cat, and he’s a werewolf.”She blushed a little at the mention of him. “Right.”“I ... suppose you saw the cat I’m talking about.” Eric’s cat, a creature Jessy.