" said Mistress TaraMiss York actually looked surprised at this "Tiffany Tits?.... really?"she looked at me "is this what you want tiny..er I mean Ian...?" she askedWith my face burning in shame I replied "yes it is" Oh and then I will need full power of attorney over Tiffany, an airtight, no loop hole ownership if I think she needs something I can orderit without her say so" added Mistress Tara".........." Miss York had her mouth open but no words came out untilfinally she said "she would have to. "Hi, Hillary," I said."You asked to inform you of the Driefort's decision," said Hillary."So when will they be showing up in Tolerance?" I asked. I didn't needto be told of the Driefort's final decision."Three months. The Drieforts aren't needed in Tolerance as much asTolerance needed you to replace Amanda." What about the kids?" I asked."They will be coming with their folks, but won't be switching," shetold me."That is going to make things very interesting," I said."Why is that?" Phil Driefort. Once she finished, I was to leave without saying anything and return to my room. I immediately questioned with "what if she doesn't want it?" Master's response was quick "don't question, just do as I say". I walked up the steps quietly and crept through the kitchen and living room. It was dark but I could tell her bedroom door was slightly open. I could hear Margaret's breathing. The sound of my racing heartbeat was pounding in my ears. I pushed the door open very slowly. Still, it squeaked. I. Only 45 seconds on the clock. Holy fuck—it's Pony League all over again. The stadium is nuclear. The cannons haven't fired the whole game. The drums banging from the band are deafening. The ball is snapped. Parker throws, hitting his receiver right in the numbers. He runs---and runs---and runs, from the 20 yard line on our side. It seems that all is lost. Then suddenly—the miracle. From nowhere came a V of runners, coming at an angle across the field. They looked like a flock of geese running.