On thinking about it, I was surprised that he hadn't called me, as I was sure Susan would have called home. But then my dad has this thing about mobil...e phones; he wouldn't have one, and refused to call one, even if the shit had hit the fan."Just what the hell is going on, Donald? I've been trying to call you for hours," he demanded when I entered the house.Then I remembered that I'd turned my phone off. If my father had tried to call me on my mobile, I knew I was going to be in for a hard time;. Why I don't know, but somewhere in theback of my mind when a really pretty girl is good at something besidesbeing pretty, it surprises me. As if all her talents were spent onbeing gorgeous, silly but true. I guess it was something that I hadyet to outgrow as a girl.After Teresa had clearly established her dominance of the pool tablesonce again, we decided to sit at one of the large octagonal tables thathad opened up. The conversation came around to several of us beingthirsty, so I just. I finally find one and I crawl into bed and fall asleep. I wake up the next morning feeling like a new man. Eight hours of sleep will do anyone good. I slowly make my way back to the cafe and order a coffee and a bagel. When my order is up, I get it and make my way to sit outside. As I sit outside drinking my coffee, the same people I’ve seen the past two days walk past me. I sit there and countdown the hours until I see her again. The sun gets lower as each hour goes by. Soon it is the hour. Rule one. You are the Master and I am the slave."I nodded. "Rule two, you are only to call me 'Master' when we are alone in my house. Alright?"Sarah made a face, "Fine. Um ... how about ... I am required to cook all the meals in this household."I raised an eyebrow. "Sarah those aren't the kind of rules we need to be worrying about ... we need to think of safety rules ... like how about rule three should be, 'all play stops when you say a safe word.'"Sarah shook her head violently. "Maybe in a.