"You don't- I mean-" She swallowed, and met his eyes steadily for the first time. "Can I keep it?" Her voice wavered at the end, ruining an otherwise ...perfect impression of indifference."It's yours." Sawyer grinned. "You can do whatever you want. It could be the start of your own library." Thank you," she said, voice soft. She pulled it close to her chest. "I- thank you, Sawyer."The sincerity of her gratitude summoned a ghost of unease to his stomach. The last box- the first thing he had. Even though he still wore clothes, another ring of the bell kept him from investigating. Getting up, he held his pants up as he made it through the house to the door. Opening yielded a surprise. “Jacob?” That was the delivery boy named Mark. The two had known each other since the first time Jacob had ordered food. “Yeah,” he replied holding out the cash and taking the bagged food. “What happened man? You need a doctor?”Jacob only nodded no, before assuring Mark that he was headed to the E.R. in. A mistress needs to love her slave, otherwise this is just all play. This is my life and how I want to live. I want to live a reality, not a fantasy.’ ‘I thought you’d be angry for falling in love with her.’ ‘Do you still love me?’ he asked her. Sara’s hesitation was only because of her confusion, not because she wasn’t sure of the answer. ‘Yes. I mean, I think I do. I don’t understand myself. How can I be in love with her and you at the same time?’ ‘Why not?’ he asked her gently. This only. My curiousness sure paid off this time, and I vowed to keep this new discovery a secret until the day I died. I cleaned up the shovel and put it back, watched the fish for a few minutes, put my shirt back on, and headed back to the house. It was time to make breakfast for Uncle Clyde.As I ran up to my room to change, I heard my uncle say he had something to show me after breakfast. As I popped on my black super-mini and a baby blue belly shirt, I noticed something on my pillow: three.