She handed it to me and I motioned for her to bend over. I brushed her hair aside and clipped the leash to her collar. Jennifer stood up and looked at... her friend sheepishly."This is what all proper slave girls wear," I said smiling at Brittany. I tugged the leash and Jennifer responded by sinking to her knees beside me. Brittany stared at her young friend then looked at me. She looked down at the sand and moved her feet back and forth to make a small pile."I came here to ask to stay with you. During the class Jessica continued to scrutinize the brown-haired woman as best she could without appearing to stare. She was tall – almost as tall as Jessica – and had a perfect body that was nicely displayed by her yoga clothes. Her breasts were full and ripe, as big as you’d want them for her body type; her waist was thin and tapered; her butt and legs were toned and contoured. By the time the class was over, Jessica had made up her mind: Somehow or other, she would have this woman.When the. When I refused the even more invasive hip replacement, she offered me a stronger pain medication. I also refused that. I explained to her that I got really screwed up easily. I knew better than to take opioids.“So far the Tramadol works pretty well when I took it with a couple of Tylenol,” I explained. “At least it’s not a pure opioid,”“Don’t do that too often. If you do, you are going to wreck you liver,” she said.“I’ll keep that in mind,” I agreed as I walked out of the treatment room. "I was dumbstruck for a moment again, but at least it gave me a conversational opening. Noelle followed me into the guest room, where I laid her bag on the bed."Noelle," I said, turning to her, "there is something we need to talk about if you're going to be Stevie's au pair."Noelle held her wrists behind her back and looked up at my expectantly. It was such an attentive pose that I suspected a degree of mockery in it.Mocking or not, her unblinking stare made it even more difficult for me to.