Nikki spent the afternoon trying on her dress, doing her make and hair and generally messing about. We were all planning to have dinner together that... evening and at about 15:00h I got a call from Nikki telling me that everyone had gone home for a few hours and now would be a good time for me to show her what I looked like in my kilt. I told her I would finish shaving and be there in about twenty minutes.I knocked on Nikki's door feeling very smart, the kilt does look good when worn with all. When yourefused to drink human blood, I allowed it despite my feelingsotherwise. But now, here you are, associating with the lower classhumans dressed like a whore! Do you know the embarrassment you havecaused this house? That you have caused me?"Oh you poor suffering thing" Gia snorted sarcastically "Lastand?" growled Christina "Hand me the collar of servitude!"Gia's eyes grew wide as she struggled against her bonds. She had heardtales of the collar, it was the worst punishment besides death. “You’d think I’d prefer the lesser bully to the guy that shoves you down a flight of stairs, but you know how I feel about secrets. That kind of bullying is trying to hide bad treatment in plain sight. I’d prefer the shove. It’s more honest and it respects your intelligence more.”“So you’d rather risk a broken arm to the chance that someone might not notice you were being picked on?”“That makes it sound pretty stuck-up,” I objected. “I don’t care if anyone notices either one. Bullying isn’t. “I… I met Grant when he was visiting London and…”“And the rest was written by Disney, I get it. You’re lucky.”I’m not, and you know it, you cocky bastard. She realised that her mouth was hanging open. “I… Yes, yes I’m very lucky. It’s all worked out great for me. Have you finished that?”“Uh-huh, yeah.” He clattered his empty plate down on the table. “It was delicious, Mrs Chesterfield.”“Don’t call me that,” she snapped. It really makes me feel fucking ancient.“Sorry, boss’s wife and all that..