"I didn't argue. "Frieda!" Master?" Frieda was close; she'd been working with Vera. I beckoned her and said one word in her ear, "Whip." She nodded.I ...waved to Oliver that he had access and he said, "Please join us in my study."Frieda nodded. "I have an errand, Mr. H, but I'll be right there -- it's related." Very well." Released, Frieda dashed off. Looking down, Oliver directed, "Await us in the study. Nude." Yes, Master." Vera's voice was full of dread, but she took off in the indicated. We left the conversation at that. From next day I started texting her frequently calling her beautiful and stuff like that. I even sent her a photo of mine.She sent me photos of her also. Things went like that for some days. I thought of taking it to the next level. One day I asked her about the day when I hugged her while she was taking my book. She said she remembered the incident very well. She backed out then because she was scared about somebody seeing us.I asked her would she back out. As I passed the toilets, I thought I’d just nip in for a piss. I’d had a few cans of lager not too long ago, and they were making their way through me. The wind was picking up as I stood in front of the porcelain bowl. The small neon light fizzing and popping mingled with the flitter of a moth vainly trying to escape the cubicle. The task done, I zipped up and turned round to open the door when a voice spoke softly from the adjoining stall. ‘Waiting for anyone?’ the voice said. ‘Not really’, I. Morris said.“Should we address his movies and modeling while in college?” Tom asked.“I think we play it by ear. If they want something more than just to give David his eligibility acceptance, we pull out the waiver to allow him to fulfill his obligations for doing movies as far as marketing goes. I don’t think they have a leg to stand on, but we need to get him eligible first. My plan all along was to attack that as a separate issue, but if they want David to do something, we need to get this.