They eventually convinced me to sell the house and move in with one of them.I moved in with Karen for a year, but she drove me crazy fussing over me d...ay in and day out. I couldn't take the constant attention, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her husband Mike have four young children, and I was definitely interfering with their family routine; not to mention the wear and tear on my nerves. I decided, for the sake of everyone's sanity, it would be better for all if I moved into a. Now I’m pissed.“Don’t call me that” I said under my breath“What did you say?”. I looked up to see his face almost red with rage. Now I’m really fucking pissed off.“I said don’t call me that”“I’ll damn well call you...”. He stopped as I slowly stood up.“Don’t. Call. Me. That” I said slowly. “Don’t you fucking dare call me missy”“I’ll do whatever...”. The words coming out of his mouth tailed off as I started to walk around the table towards him. I was fucking furious that this jumped up little. It indulged his little fancies, like having his mother in his harem, then selling her, then buying her back after her new Master had impregnated her. He had, after all, given the country what it wanted. He had now four possible successors, the Crown Prince, who was three, his half-brother, four months younger, and two other infant sons. He had even kept up the tradition started by his grandfather of hunting in a specially built artificial chase, where female slaves were hunted using Irish. Carolynlistened intently, while watching Marc's reactions. After listening to all ofthe details, Carolyn turned to Marc. "Well Marc, from the sound of it, itdoesn't appear as if you resisted much!" Carolyn said sarcastically. "Ididn't think I had much choice in the matter. And it all happened so fast!"Marc answered in a weak attempt at an excuse. "Oh, good grief." Lauraresponded in disbelief, as Kay rolled her eyes."Your trying to tell me that for over two hours you were permed, styled,.