Alan spoke 'I know you, you're that k** name Davy', 'No', I answered 'I am David and don't call me Davy!' Alan smiled and looked around us to see if w...e were attracting any attention. With a determined touch Alan led me down the hall by my wrist. Like a little rag doll I was towed along till we reached a class room at the far end of the hall. Alan opened the door and as we entered he closed the door and locked it from the inside and pulled down the "test in progress curtain". Alan pushed me. Now, if you’re still hungry, the food is getting cold.’ Merle swallowed hard again, pondering his words and looking at him now across the table. ‘I am afraid I do not have much of an appetite right now, sir.’ He grinned a bit. ‘I understand. Tera felt much the same way when she was first brought to me. When you feel hungry later, don’t hesitate to tell her to bring you some food.’ Fronsac began to eat slowly, still watching Merle more then his food. ‘Yes, my Lord, thank you.’ Merle looked down. But he couldn’t click it away in his head. Fucking slut, why couldn’t she leave him alone? Didn’t she get all she wanted? Freedom and all cock she could eat? Damn, why had he ever married her?He knew why.He knew it while lying awake. He knew it while not tasting his food, not finding the fun in a joke, or walking here into the sea breeze.He still loved the damn whore.Prue cried as her phone went dead.Of course he wouldn’t take her call – too busy fucking his slut, no doubt. She shook her head. I don’t dare lose her, I’ll never find another like her, I know.”“Well, just treat her right, and maybe she’ll stick around.”“Yeah.”“If I was twenty years younger ... I’d be fighting you tooth and nail for her.”“Heh. Yeah, dad. Like you’d have a chance.”“Hey. I was quite the ladies man, back in the day.”“Yeah, and look at the loser you picked.”“Well, that one was an accident.”“Dad ... was I an accident?”“No, I didn’t mean it like that. No, you were planned, and expected. And appreciated.”“Okay..