I look up in his face, at that intense stern look in his eyes and realize that he is still completely in control. Even though I am no longer tied up ...and am able to move away if I want, I don't. And I don't want to. I feel completely owned at this point. Like my existence springs from the look in his eyes. As if I would turn into a puff of smoke and blow away like I never existed if he breaks my gaze.He moves to stand in front of the mirror. I know what he wants. He tells me to kneel. In public when other people are around, you can address me as Miss Alice or ma’am. You got that???Yes, Mistress,? Kate replied. ?Now that is settled, we need to do a few things,? Alice had said as she reached out and patted Kate on the top of her head. First, I want to take a shower. You can help by washing me, slave. Go get the water going.? ?Yes, Mistress,? Kate had replied with some embarrassment in her voice, not sure what to think, not quite used to this and wondering how she would adjust. That goddamned lesbo! he thought. Calling me a walking donut. And what the fuck happened to that woman who thought she was a cat? A real cat had come out of the holding cell and he had looked like an idiot!If only there was a way to get even with Dykeanna Shepherd... There was...he knew there was, but the price...He went to the hidden cubby behind his furnace where he kept the more interesting things he never checked in to evidence, and pulled out the book. He read the pages again. Draw the. "Danny Gomez, what's yours?" He was a bold one all right. He put me a little bit in mind of Humberto. It seemed like both he and Humberto thought they were some little bit better than the rest of us. I'd never liked that in my Mexicans, and I sure wouldn't like it from any Indian."Gomez huh? That's a good touch coming up with a Mexican name like that. Look here Danny, I'm of a mind to appoint you as the temporary top hand here. Pay is the same, of course, but you get to set up all the work.