Although I still had the key, I pressed it and a few seconds later I could hear my Chris' voice crackle through the speaker."Yes?" It's me," I said in... my half-whisper."Who?" Me. You know. Your invisible lover." Oh! Go away! I don't want to see you!" I only want to talk to you. To apologize." Why?" Why does one apologize?"She was quiet for a while. Then the buzzer buzzed, and I pushed the door open. As I climbed the stairs I could hear a door open, and when I reached Chris' floor, her door stood. She returned to her dusting a sadder and wiser little maid.When the Mistress spoke to her later, she had to mime to show howcontrite she was, and she debased herself utterly. She wept, too, andthis moved the Mistress, who recognised this utter submission for what itwas."Try to be a good girl, Petronella," she said. Petronella noddedemphatically, and was at last rewarded with a brief orgasm. The Mistressspun on her heel and strode away, to lavish praise upon a maid who haddone better. Petronella. "Well, what do you think?" Greg asked me as we got to thetable where we'd met the girls."Eh... She's nice." Nice?" he replied with the shock in his eyes nothing shyof overstated. "She's hot, man. I really don't know whatyou want. No girl seems to be good enough for you. Shit,man. You coulda been bangin' Sara now, but nooooo. Even shewasn't good enough. Was she?" What do you mean?" I snapped. "Of course Sara is..." Ihesitated for a moment. I hadn't realized that I would getthat defensive about. Tamara wouldn’t allow it. She would never again allow herself to be the scared little girl who lived under her older sister’s thumb. Their relationship was going to have to change – and it was not likely to be an amicable change. Alicia hated what she couldn’t control – and Tamara would never allow herself to be controlled by Alicia ever again.“I feel sorry for you, Alicia,” Tamara said sadly.“You?? Feel sorry for me?” Alicia asked sarcastically. “That’s fucking rich.”“I pity you because you.