Over their shoulders they bore my subject, my slave- Kathy.Over their shoulders they bore my subject, my slave- Kathy. Apparently in the five minute walk here she had given up struggling, but as they laid her down on the table she took to fighting again. It was useless and she knew it. Like I had submitted to four men because of her, now she submitted to like strength, and they easily secured her to the table, face down. Another slave thoughtfully placed a pillow under her head. I bid the four depart. Other than the fire tenders and the one young girl slave at the door to the left of the fireplace, we were alone I walked to the head of the 'X' and crouched down until I was eye-level with Kathy. "Good Morning, slave," I said in an even voice. She looked up at me with pure malice in her eyes. "Damn you, Ken, you didn't say you were going to start in on me this quickly!" I smiled cruelly for a second, then rose. With a short gesture I summoned the girl by the door to my side. She stood by me without saying anything. I turned to her and said, "Girl, has this one," point to Kathy, "said the word I gave your mistress?" "No, sir." Eyes downcast. "Thank you. I was promised a slave who can cook. Can you?" "Yes, sir. It is my training and my discipline." "Excellent. You are to cook for me an omelet, four eggs, ham, potatoes, cheese, some onion. You are permitted your choice of other ingredients and spices, and I will be lenient in all except one thing; when you bring it to me, its temperature must be very hot, but not burning to the skin. |