We were in the main office and Deputy Bluett had been trying to scan my slave tattoo for five minutes, but apparently he wasn't getting any informatio...n about me. I was sitting on a chair at his desk and Mr. Davis was sitting beside another desk just a dozen feet away with the sheriff sitting on the other side of it, rocking back and forth slightly while his other deputies worked around us. They weren't saying much, but just doing their jobs and while I'd never been in a sheriff's station. Ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. Her arms began to ached from thestrain. Finally the door opened and the Colonel walked in. "Good morning, Suzanne," he said brightly, as if just coming intothe office and greeting his secretary. "And how did you sleep? Well, Ihope." He paused, as if expecting an answer. "Now, what have youto tell us?" Suzanne dropped her eyes to the floor and said nothing. She heard a strangewhooshing sound and suddenly pain exploded across her butt cheeks. Her eyesgrew wide and. For example, I have not proposed, or even so much as hinted at marriage. I may just want to keep you as a slave functioning as my housekeeper and bedmate until someone I fancy more than you comes along.”“But I thought we had a good relationship?” she whined.“Oh, we do. But it is not the same for both of us. I think you feel that you need me, whereas I feel that I enjoy you. That is not far from the truth, since I have saved your financial bacon with this job, and the modelling, whereas you have. There were more whispered words until Mom's face became paler than usual. Obviously against her will, Mom held out the keys. Without hesitating, Linda seized them back. She defied her mother with a triumphant smile. Mom just left the hall, banging shut the door of her own room."Be wise, Linda," Dad warned her. "I trust you. And please, stop that nonsense... You don't need that."Linda looked at Nikki. There was a light wind down on the beach, the same secluded beach where Nikki had kissed her.