“Uh, yeah?” Lyssa mumbled as I started shaving.“Yes, I thought maybe I’d get you one thing, but then Ithought of something els...e. You know, sometimes it’s justso hard to decide,” I rambled aimlessly on, and then satdown, spread my legs wide and applied shaving cream downone side of my lips.I could hear Lyssa breathing just a few feet away, but Ididn’t look over at her.Gently, I ran the razor along, taking off what almostnon-existent stubble there was.. Was that so wrong? Darla sat there looking out across thepool. "How're things going with you and Sarah?" I asked her in my feebleattempt to make small talk. "They're ok, I guess?" she replied. I could see that such a simplequestion wasn't going to draw her out in the least. "Well, personally, I think she's a total nut job," I told herconspiratorially. She laughed at that. "You should hear what she says about you." I wasn't going to waste anybrain cells worrying about that dizzy bitch's opinion. I felt like she was feeling my nervousness.we talked about anything else exept sex so i started relaxing.when i told her that i m a swimmer she told me that she had a pool at home and whenever i wanted i could go there and swim as many rounds i wanted to.At the end of our meeting we aranged next day to use her pool :D and gave me her adress.The next day i went to her house,it was a luxury one.i went in and she gave me made me a juice.then we went at the backyard to show me her swimming pool.we. A lover of tradition, it pleased the old slave to know that he would still be kennelled here many years after she herself was dead and buried. Hannah refilled her mug and watched Rory’s grimy buttocks vanish into his kennel. These were strange times, she thought, when human beings were used as animals. First had been those kept as pets, the vast majority small, petite girsl, then others, taller and stronger, had been brought here to pull the carts of the Great Ones and their slaves. The.