The black plastic garment bag with the store name embossed across it in silver. It had been an impulse purchase in one off her more romantic moods. Sh...e had fallen in love with it the moment she laid eyes upon the ivory satin material with its fitted bodice and scooping neckline trimmed in tiny pearls. Its full skirt had flowed about her legs when she tried it on. She had known that this dress would never do for the monstrously large and ornate church wedding that Stuart’s family demanded, but. After awhile she turned looking startled when she saw my darkened outline watching her until she realized it was me. ‘Say pip-squeak, have you been there long,’ she asked smiling. ‘Long enough to see the ferocious competitive and exciting male inside you and to know I love him,’ I said. ‘Careful, you’re going to get in trouble with that kind of talk,’ she scolded me as she tossed the ball off into the echoing darkness before joining me. She sat beside me with legs bent locking them with her. Indeed, the best Warriors are those who see the world in all its colors, who enjoy all of its pleasures, rich and splendid in their variety. How else could they attempt to make their bloody mark on it, if they don’t see it in all its splendour?So this, like everything else I am, serves for his pleasure. It written in English, as I am illiterate in Gorean. My Master speaks it, having visited Earth on occasion, but I presume he may have this document translated anyway.Now, to my story.I was born. Class.It was so easy I had it down to a science. First I’d go to the restaurant an hour before they opened, check all the ice machines and stoves and such, then I’d do any pest control that was needed, all the while talking and flirting with Rene. After I had finished the restaurant, Rene gave me the keys to her house. I’d hop in the truck drive the four block drive and do the same at her house. I’d run the keys back to her then home to change for school.Now I mentioned flirting in there, let.