He was more wary this time but he'd pulled his knife and was gathering the courage to try his luck with it. I had another problem now since the flint ...blade was over a foot long and to me it looked beautiful. I had to have it - intact.I needn't have worried. Denwan didn't know the first damned thing about a knife fight. When he attacked the knife was held high in his right hand and he intended to bring it down in a killing blow. This move is never any blow at all for anyone who knew anything. It wasn’t choking a horse though it was choking me. I didn’t swallow though as my throat was not working just at the moment. “Take off your cloths.” I was back to the real world once more. Strangely it felt less real than the world that I had just come from. The painful reality that I was remembering had crisp edges and was painfully real. I didn’t move in response to my bosses order. Perhaps it was because nothing seemed real. There was something unreal about this world and it was infinitely. Veryfaint traces of light are seeping through the windows and penetrating thedark room. I make my way over to the king sized bed and quietly decidewhich way to do this. Lying in the bed are both my devastatingly gorgeousand sound asleep Mistress as well as the guest that she had over lastnight. I don't know his name, as I am instructed to call him, or anyother "overnight guest" as sir. He's also still very much asleep and itis my job to very peacefully wake him up with the most perfect. That night he had gotten drunk and stupid, even before the game came on.Realizing this guy was a complete ass hole, as I then watched him flirt withevery gal in the place. All this while his wife was at vacation bible school,what a winner. Remembering why I hated bars, I hoped he wouldn't do anythingtoo stupid, knowing I still had four days worth of work to do with this genius.As the game played on, his state went from drunk to shit faced, and as thegame ended, our team losing, I began to.