For today. I am still your Mistress and if your Mistress tells you she is sorry, she really is sorry and not some cold-hearted bitch all the time. The...smartest thing for you would have been to brush aside your own stupid male ego and forgive me and let us all inside your house. And to forgive me without giving me your stupid conditions. I guess you still want me to be nasty to you because if you had forgiven me just now, I was going to make you more important in my life. I guess there is no. ” Esmerelda pursed her lips, and gripped her reins tightly. “I hate this,” she muttered. “You’ve trusted me this far; don’t falter now.” I put my hand over hers, “We’re only one step to the end, Your Highness.” She flinched at the honorific, though she did also blush. “Don’t ever call me that, Adrianna.” “Then what should I call you?” I smiled. She tried to conceal her smile by gnawing on her lip. “‘Ma’am’ will do fine.” We watched as the company of wargs formed a crescent formation in the. Grouchy cocksucker..."I went to the White House the next day and politely refused the President's semi-magnanimous offer. He was, shall we say, less than pleased which made me inordinately happy.However, out of a sense of patriotism and enlightened self-interest, I offered the services of my new (but yet to be established) think-tank to the government, at a generous discount.I left the White House feeling better about myself than I had in some time. Then I went to my personal lawyer (the AG). Before she made it all the way to the source of the mysterious light, she passed out. When she woke up, the lights were shining in her face again. But this time her eyes adjusted to the light and she could see. She was in a small room, lying on her back on top of a table in the middle. Her legs were spread out and her feet and hands were strapped to the table. The room was round with a dome ceiling. The walls and ceiling were made of shiny black metal with green and red lights blinking here.