I’ve also seen you give him orders, and he bows and says ‘yes, Lord Jason’, and goes and does them. What kind of king does that?”“The kind o...f king who knows that he doesn’t know everything. I am his Admiral. He defers to me on naval matters. I know more about ships and the sea than he does, so if I give an order regarding the ship or sailing, he does as he’s told. Similarly, Sir Tony over there and the Commander over there know far more about land fighting than either of us. If we’re talking. The school girls every evening, and in the afternoons, the Choto girls. ‘It was immediately obvious,’ he said emphatically, ‘how different they were.’ ‘How so?’ ‘Well,’ he said, breathing deeply and taking a sip of his cappuccino, ‘they were clearly, consciously submissives. In the BDSM sense.’ ‘How do you know they’re for real, and not just playing a more involved role in order to get their inoculations?’ I asked. ‘First of all,’ he said, once again with great emphasis on every word,. "Ready?" she asked me as if I could say anything.I held on tight to Glenn, pleading with him to not do this to me, but ofcourse he didn't hear my begging, all he heard was my muffled moans. Ishifted away from the intruder, causing Aunt Diane to smack me hard on myalready bruised butt cheeks. Suddenly, Glenn stepped away. "Let's not do this to her right now," hesaid. I cried and hugged him tightly. "Your choice," said Aunt Diane. "She would learn to love the chair." I loved Glenn for not making. It was very likelythat that would result in disaster. I sighed again, as worry thoughts served to increase the sense of anxietythat gnawed at me. I tried to breathe and relax myself. "It's no goodworrying over what might happen," I told myself. I was not entirely sure how much time passed before Javier heard the soundof shoes scuffing down the hallway. "I think he just left," he told me."Wait here while I check it out.He quietly slipped out the bathroom door, leaving me alone once.