“I find I usually don’t need to order,” he said. “And I come here often. Charise knows what I like. But I’m more interested in getting to kn...ow what you like.”“Oh, well, I like to read historical fiction and I like walks in the park when it’s not too hot, and of course I like my cat XuXu,” she said, listing the first things that came to mind.“Ah, XuXu,” he said. “What a lovely name for your pussy.”Rachel blushed furiously.“Yes, she’s a Persian cat,” she stammered. “A Persian pussycat. A Persian. You never give them any trouble when you pass by on your way out the front, where they like to stand in their sweats, either working out or hanging out, but they never let you go without something. Usually it's a just a comment, or blocking your path and making you shuffle around them, eyes down, knowing not to look, not to engage. The comments are always the worst part, for some reason - they always know how to pick away at what makes you most self-conscious... and your body gives them a lot. She was quite handsome and held herself with poise. She was dressed more like a young businesswoman than a housekeeper.Hetty went to roast him but stopped as her tea tray righted itself and her favourite tea set reformed and placed itself back on the tray. She wasn’t so pleased when the spilt tea and milk lifted from the floor and poured back into the teapot.“Master, you know I won’t drink that now!” she scolded him, hmphed and turned around and marched back to the kitchen with her heels. She hopped into the car of the little blond and started it. She then followed me to our house. She helped get the woman inside. While I was fastening the restraints, my wife drove the car to the vacant lot that we had settled on. I hopped into the Jeep to follow. We chose this lot, because its secluded and no cameras. While they might find the car at some point, it wont point to the girl. We wiped the car clean and headed home. It was play time. Back at the house we found our victim awake, and.