However, he was my slave, I knew it it was just semantics sub...slave but he would be punished for such disobedience.“It’s okay, he just doesn’t... want anyone to see the panties he wearing. Isn’t that right Very Tiny?”That was when he said something I never expected. He looked at me and said, “Catcher in the Rye!” and stood there on the counter.Everyone was looking at me, all eyes were on me, on my birthday, how embarrassing, how degrading.“What the fuck is Catcher in the Rye?" Sampson. It was time to savor the strange licorice. Her mouth moved up, her tongue swirling, savoring the end of the sweet candy that warmed under her touch. She took more and more, letting the candy fill her, savoring its essence. It was a hard candy, and she had to rest from time to time, but she coaxed out the full sweetness of the delicacy, letting it roll around her mouth before it went down. He quivered as she thanked him, stroking him delicately as he recovered. A sip of her soda, and she lay. I'd had eleven déjà vu's in the 125 days since my last merge, which was starting to be a statistically useful number.That meant an average of eleven or twelve days between déjà vu's. When they occurred didn't seem to be totally random. I'd never had two close together, for example, which a truly random frequency would've given sometimes. They appeared to have a normal distribution, as they most often occurred within nine to fourteen days of the previous déjà vu, with earlier or later than that. Knowing that they had come here by Kevin’s car, Matt said goodnight in a hurry while Kevin looked at Edith and walked fast towards the door. Kevin drove back in a very low mood, got in the room, changed to his sleeping shorts, fell on the bed and slept after masturbating to the memories of the pussy, he had hoped to take.Somewhere, later that night, he woke up by the room door being opened and Edith’s very melodious voice of laughs. Matt was kissing her at the door and Kevin could see though.