’ Matthew poured himself a cup; it was thick amber liquid that came out, honey wine, his favourite. Matthew finished the cup in three big swallows, ...he poured himself another. The wine helped, he would lie in his tent for a while before dressing and finding his opponent, he would congratulate him properly. He turned to his bed, if the mound of sheepskins and furs could be called a bed, yet someone was sitting on it. Matthew could have said how long she had sat there, had she been there all this. That was, until she sawthe look on his face when she turned to the sound of the door closing.And locking.Ian had spent his days after the mall encounter hating himself even morefuriously than before. But he'd also been left confused. That had beenJo, not Joel, walking around the mall. Yet, she had none of the usualfocused lust that had driven her in all the other times he'd laid eyes onher. And given her uniquely stunning appearance, he could be sure hehadn't just seen some similar-looking. The hours seem to go by so quickly her friends where now ushering her out of the theatre and onto the street. Her mind wandered the whole way home. Leaving her friends behind she made for her room. Sitting down at her desk she took up a pen and paper: Dear World, You were cruel and unjust to me. My life has been a living hell and I’m taking this time to tell the whole world why. When I was little no one accepted me. I was an outcast the type no one wanted to make friends with. As I aged I. You love the way she looks in this position, her head held up, but eyes locked to the floor, her large breasts jutting out from her body, her sizeable ass just begging to be touched.You deliver a light smack to her ass as you say "Released."She jumps slightly from the smack and moves towards the kitchen."Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes Sir."Before you arrive at your favorite spot on the couch she returns to you with a fresh cocktail.'Good girl.' You think to yourself.A short while.