But these footsteps sounded different than Amalie’s flip flops. “What are you doing! You can’t come in here, babe!” Amalie yelled quietly. �...�There’s nobody else in here, right?” my brother retorted.There was a moment of hushed conversations and odd noises. I couldn’t tell what was happening. But I didn’t like it. I was now curled up in the fetal position on top of this bench holding onto my cut-up shins for dear life. I was about two seconds away from getting into more trouble than any young. I caught my Master's eye and nodded towards a seat. He gave the barest of nods and I was relieved. I was so ready to sit down for a little bit. I was sitting there, looking around, when I noticed that once in a while, a man or woman would walk in, look around, then take someone off. I figured it was just other masters and mistresses looking for their person. I continued to sit there and began to noticed that the others in the room with me kept glancing at me and look sad. Some came around and. ” She said. “Me either. I don’t think that this day could ever be topped.” I added. “Well, you have my address. Why don’t you come on by and watch a movie and see where that takes us.” Her voice was like silk. “I can be there in say twenty minutes. Will that be ok?” I asked. “Perfect. That gives me time to get the popcorn buttered.” She replied. I hung up the phone and pulled out her address. I was closer to her place than what I had thought. As I drove I started reminiscing about how our pool. Soon she was down to only four lovers during the week, with me taking care of the evenings, and she also had her regular outings on Saturday and Sunday. And then my life got complicated. Brea was our next door neighbor and had been for the last three years. Like Aggie, Brea was a stay at home wife and she and Aggie got to know each other real well and became the best of friends. It was inevitable that Brea would notice the constant comings and goings of Aggie's male friends during the day and.