I saw a letter from an old friend just as I opened the door andas always my slave-a was waiting on her knees on her mat by the frontdoor. Her chain fr...om her collar locked to the ring on the floor next toher mat. I lean down and kissed her on her for head and drop my key tothe lock, she knows what to do.I head up the stairs and get changed in to sweat pants and tee shirt,take a leak and clean up from the day. I hear her moving around downstairs as I descend to the family room and sit down to. She is a witness not an actor in this dream and somebody else is controlling her body. Her dress is absurd, far too slutty. She would never go out in this kind of outfit. Her skin is very pale but she doesn’t look sick, her eyes glow with the same red light she saw in the woman’s eyes. The room is actually pretty big but she can only focus on the large sofa her double is resting on. A silhouette approaches her. It’s a girl, from where she’s standing she is unable to identify who it is but she. Damian got onto one knee resting his shooting arm atop his leg. Talim rolled her shoulders one last time, her ears flattened against her skull. She sprinted the final gap leaping first to the bath then ricocheting off in a back flip quarter twist that no human could follow, much less mimic. What ever she’d leapt after she managed to knock from the air into the grass. At the same time that Talim was capturing her prey Damian fired a single pellet from his air soft gun into his own target as. Me: I became angry and asked her to get out.My friend: It is not compulsory for you to do that, I’m only giving you an option.And we did not discuss this further and left there it. When my hubby came home next week I told him that they are asking for 2 Lakhs. (I did not tell him about the second choice given to me).He looked worried and he also told me that we can never buy such a house again with our income. He was right; he is not earning much and I understood how important it is for us to.