Dinty a speculating look she asked him if he and his wife used to work in the house? Mr.Dinty nodded sadly "the Mrs worked in the house as housekeeper... for the old Baroness, I was the gardener, broke my heart to see the place fall into disrepair, it was a good place back then, even when the old Mistress couldn't get around anymore her footmen would carry her downstairs and out into the garden, she would sit for hours, said she was talking to the little folk. I see the surprised look on your face. ..please may I....please may I eat it...master?” I sounded so pathetic, like less than an animal, but even as I said it, I knew it wouldn't be enough. “Eat what, dog? What would you like to eat, dog?” Each time she said 'dog', she stressed it, sending a shiver of humiliated arousal through my body. Looking up at my owner, seeing how much she was enjoying this, enjoying humiliating and degrading me in this way, I found the courage and strength to do as she wished. “Please master may I eat the. " and he poured her another glass of wine."I can give you eternal life. Simple as that. You will never grow old. You will always be young and beautiful." he said."But I will become what you are?" she looked up at him with big hazel eyes."You will." he answered. "But you do not have to be afraid, with me you will always be safe. We will live together in complete happiness... Together always," he added with a smile."I do love you Eric," she told him, "and I want to be your wife, more than. We'd have to get an amourometer and I believe they're very, very expensive. It'd mean me taking money off you twice and I could never do that." What on earth is an amourometer?" A machine that measures love." Well, I'd be off the scale." Another good reason for not buying one. Very expensive in the first place and then we'd bust it the first time either of us used it. So no bets, my Nick. Nothing could measure our love."Nick did not know whether to laugh or to kiss her. She saw it, smiled.