He was rewarding her for completing her task. He was rewarding her for knowing who he was. He was rewarding her for knowing who and what she was.MB: W...at are you?BW: I’m ur obedient slave MasterIt felt so good to tell him that. A part of her felt she had told him that before. More than once.MB: Good girlMB: Do you like being my obedient slave?BW: I love it MasterBW: I've needed it 4 so longBW: ty for making me urs MasterMB: Good girlMB: You're welcomeMB: Where do you live, slave?BW: Ontario. Kerrie hands me a mug and sits at the kitchen table, gesturing for me tojoin her. As I arrange the folds of my skirt I sense the vexation she'sbeen holding in check since we waved the boys away break free from itsrestraints. I haven't told her everything about my encounter with SusanDwyer and she knows it.To avoid her eyes I open my bag and take out my vanity case so I can fusswith my fringe. The centre parting I put in after I showered has gone onits travels again; once I'm back in Northcroft. Of course,without vinegar, oil or other sauce this could hardly be named a salad,but I was impressed with the extent of his intuitive knowledge onnatural medicine. Both the liver and the vegetable were probably goodsources of iron, which I needed due to the heavy bleeding. Thevegetable would also, probably, be a source of K vitamin, which is alsoessential in these cases.After the menstruation ended, and I became able to think again, I askedmyself why I was not pregnant. I surely didn't doubt. ‘I’m sure you had your share of flings in France…’ Shaunny teased. ‘What are flings worth? Nothing! Besides all the girls there are all sluts,’ he said in an indifferent manner, tightening his hold on Shaunny. For a split second, Shaunny thought she saw a sort of change in Bruce’s expression. As if there was something he was hiding from her. Something she hadn’t seen before for all her years of knowing him. In an instant Bruce was Bruce again, beaming brightly at her swinging her around as.