He started going off on me with Japanese curse words that were a deeper form of an insult than curse words in the states. He was keeping his voice dow...n, but it didn’t matter. When he stopped himself to try to form the next round of cursing insults toward me, one of the Master Itamae leaned over to say something in the owner’s ear that stopped him cold and made him go pale.“David san,” that same master Itamae said as he bowed to me.When I bowed back, he said, “Fate has allowed me to meet a boy. “I suppose I see what you mean.” I said, pretending to muse along with Linda. “But what can we do about it?”“I have a few ideas.” Linda panted. She bent forward and gripped the edge of the counter - pushing her ass back into me even harder.“Care to share?”“Let me -” Linda gasped again. “- think about it some more. I don’t want to rush things with her.”“Now im really intrigued.”“Trust me, lover.” Linda straightened and turned around in my arms. “It will be worth the wait. I promise.”“I’m sure it. I grip the knob and turn it slowly. Unlocked. She knows me so well. With a smile I push the door inward and step inside the warm hallway. My girl loves to serve, and the thought that she is here somewhere waiting for me fills me with the urge to run through the house until I find her, and take her wherever she might be. I force myself to move slowly, allowing the heels of my shoes to click against the hard floor, hoping she’ll hear and know that I’m coming for her. The flickering light of. "What are we getting?" I asked waiting by the bags of the Things we had brought for my new Master, "What did you steal?" Just these," Sara said draping her hoodie over her violin case."Matthew said there was a music box," Dawn walked over and picked the red laquered box from next to the armchair. It was completely unwound. Dawn closed it with a snap."The music box is pretty," Sara frowned at it."But it isn't a Thing," I finished."Well he wants it," Dawn murmured defensively."Then he gets it,".