” Elaine had followed me down the stairs and was standing behind me. “I have seen you flirting with these women several times and since Debbie and...I work together I could not keep it from her.”“Flirting? Flirting how?” Mick asked. He was trying to so hard to look surprised.“You talk to them.” Elaine said.“I talk to everybody! I talk to the men too, are you going to accuse me of being gay?” Mick looked at me.“Elaine said that you were touching them too.” I accused Mick.“As in a pat on the back. What I read about masters and subs in no way matches my experience with you. Most masters seem to me to be cruel sadists, and most subs seem to be masochists. Yet you say I am a sub. However, I am in no way a masochist. I like to be pampered and spoiled. Can you explain what you mean?”“That’s because what you read is mainly BS. You should read a poem written by a true master called “Sooo… You Think You’re a Master?” You can find it on Lushstories.com. The author and I share a name - he is. “Look…”“Yeah, yeah, you don’t know me, right?” he said, finally looking at her.She turned around to defend herself, but his look wasn’t that angry. His eyes were challenging her but in a playful way. She stared at his lips for a second.Disarmed by his tiny smile, she shrugged. “I—I’m—you know,” she tried to say.“I don’t know you either,” he said. “So far, you’re some crazy lady stalking me. I’ll get you for this.”She chuckled and focused her eyes on the dog.“And your little dog, too.”She rolled. The two ballistae directly above the gate cranked back, aimed down the length of the causeway, and fired their great spears, cutting lines twenty men deep at a time. They didn’t adjust their sites. They just cranked, loaded, and fired, and at the other end, a kabab of orcs was sent careening backward. “Kill the mages!” I ordered, though I knew no one in the manic press could hear me. I caved a man’s nose in, collapsed another’s throat, and crushed a third’s skull. I felt cold metal inside me,.