With Charles she always felt safe, secure and loved. Smiling up at him she said, ‘You do realize we’re picking up a pizza on the way home don’t ...ou? I mean, you certainly don’t expect me to cook after you bought all these flowers for me to plant do you? I swear Charles I’m beginning to wonder if you’re mistaking me for your gardener, not your wife.’ Looking down at her before throwing his head back and emitting a loud, booming, throaty laugh. Squeezing her even tighter to his body, he replied. Then for each one you have to tell me if you want it harder or softer. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ She cried out as the leather struck her abused skin. ‘One. Thank you, Sir. Softer,’ she said. ‘You’re not thanking me any more. You thank yourself. What is your name?’ ‘Al…’ ‘No!’ He struck the wall with the belt, right by her head. ‘Your name is Slut. What is your name?’ ‘Slut,’ she sobbed. ‘Good girl. Are you ready?’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ The belt struck softer this time and she was overwhelmed by a. “Sorry.”“S’OK. I shouldn’t have dozed.”“If you dozed, you needed to. We’ve lots going on.”“True. I got cards printed. And I bought stuff to eat. But I was day-dreaming about us.”“And?”“I was dreaming about directions. You’re embarking on a new piece of life and it appears that I’m shifting, too. Your formal university time is past and your internships at the Gallery were effectively apprenticeships, as were my periods at the journal and my six months at the Ministry.”“Well, we’re not going to. Now Mike stands at about six foot, white man with short brown hair and can pass as a underwear model with his physique. I sometimes joke on him saying that he's a black man in a white man's body because of the way he talks and acts. After our morning greet he explained to me that he had a client that he would like for me to meet up with. He explained to me that she was very shy, was a beautiful woman, but lacked confidence in herself, and also found her to be socially awkward. I let him know.