Her lips curled into a smile as she shifted her hips, waiting for me to continue checking her out. She was standing there, wrapped in a towel, with th...e end tucked between her breasts. The towel was wide enough to cover her completely, but just barely. She started the conversation, “Jay, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t get the kids out of here quick enough to be totally ready for your arrival. Would you like to help me get these groceries put away?”“Of course,” was all that came to mind as my focus. Once I came three times for them the cuffs would release and I would clean the vibes and get to my daily chores cleaning the house and making Masters beds. I would have to text my Masters to go to the bathroom or have lunch, I had to text all three in case they were busy one would be able to answer back but I had to wait until one did. When I had to leave the house I had to tell them where I was going when I got there and when I got home. There were times when I got back from these errands they. " Yes that is the house my father is from." Ranatrila responded. "That is how I have overheard what they are planning; even though I am sure I was not supposed know. They have been planning this for some time and are only using your mate as a poor excuse to start another civil war." What?" Velakari whispered to herself. She could see Ranatrila shaking as if she were cold despite the warmth of the night at this point in the summer. The truth of her words were clear even without having to use her. It was so dark that I could just barely make him out, it was the strange man standing up to take off his coat. He’d picked the back row in the darkest corner of the theater. He couldn’t have picked a more private seat if he’d tried. Nervously I moved down the row and sat down beside him. I expected him to say that the seat was saved, or to move over a seat or two, maybe even get up and move. Instead he just sat there. Now that I was there I didn’t know what to do. My heart was beating so loud.