He would pull practical jokes on everybody except for me. We hanged out together and were practically inseparable. He had nicknamed me Buffy because I...looked like the girl from the tv series about the cheerleader that was a vampire slayer. I hated the movie, but the television series was good. I still looked like her even in my now older years, except I wasn't as gifted, like her in the chest area. Hell, I wasn't gifted as anyone, but back then, you wouldn't have known because, well, I hid it. “This is my lovely wife Anna, my daughter Rita and my son Randy, they’re twins.” We all kinda muttered a shy hi. “Hey everyone, it’s nice to meet all of you! I’m your dads boss Jim, this is my wife Marie, our son isn’t here, but our daughter is in the other room, honey could you come in here please?” A few seconds later a girl walked into the room. “And this is my daughter Stephanie.” I whipped my head back around so fast I almost gave myself whiplash. “Stephanie?” I asked. When I did that my. That place is a very special club for dominate men only. Some of the men there consider themselves masters and they have slaves, some have both male and female slaves.”I asked. When you say slaves, you’re speaking metaphorically right?”He addressed me and said. “No. These are real slaves. They are men and women who are owned by these men in the real sense of the word. I was taking a big risk taking a novice there. That man who gave you the gift could destroy me socially and professionally, but. " She looked at his crestfallen visage then stopped her teasing. "But your are more than welcome to keep me company"Simons face lit up with a smile that would have won him beauty contests.She bent down to pick up the blanket that she had dumped at the door as she had first entered."Well? Are you coming?"Simon did not need to be asked twice as he followed her out the back door.His mother's house was in a secluded part of town and backed onto a small copse. The peace, tranquillity and privacy.