In fact I might say that by the end of the evening you will beg me to fuck you deeper and harder than you have ever been fucked before. So lets get st...arted. I would like you to get undressed. NOW!"Pam was scared. She could feel the tears building up in her eyes and she knew he was going to rape her. Not only was she scared, but she didn't want to get hurt and felt resigned to let it happen and hope that he wouldn't really hurt or even kill her afterward. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse. "Come. He just knew he had to have her and the more he got to know her, the more he fell in love with her. When she ran out of the garden, he was shocked but he thought for sure she would return. She did not. Day after day he waited for her in the garden and she did not return. He did not understand why she was ignoring him. He thought of trying to pass her a note but he did not trust any of the other slaves. He tried to think of some reason he could enter the house but he was the gardener. He stayed. It was ugly and beautiful and dangerous and safe and exotic and familiar and hateful and loving all at once. She knew how to walk down the street so as not to attract the go-gangers, or Lone Star (or was it Knight Errant now? Who had the city awarded the police contract to?), or whoever else had some sort of nefarious intent within them.Tonight she had a not so nefarious intent within her. At least not tonight, doing her... normal job. She had been toying around with a new idea for an exhibit:. And together they sat on the blanket and started eating the fried chicken he had brought. They talked and giggled, listened to the birds chirping, falling ever more in love. Once lunch was over they each took turns watching their hands in the waterfall. The princess in a playful mood, slung water at the peasant. He in turn cupped a handful from the pond under the waterfall and flung it at her. Giggling they kept it up until each was soaked, and each found themselves in the arms of the other..