Oh, I'm so sorry... you must despiseme." No, Kara, I didn't mean that..." but as I reached out to her, she inher embarrassment drew away and moved to... the other side of the cage,where she sat with her head between her knees, afraid to meet my gaze."Oh, fuck..." I whispered quietly to myself as I lay back in the soiledstraw.It must have been another two ahn before we heard the bars being rung toannounce feeding time in the pens. Kima had been holding court duringthis time with her gang, ignoring. “Thank you honey,” I told her.“Yes sir,” Trixie said, with not a lot of conviction.She then pushed open the secret door behind us into the closet, and opened the closet door back into her master’s bedroom. I followed her back into the bedroom, and into the en-suite bathroom to take a shower.Trixie sat on the toilet, not offering to assist me in my shower as most pleasure-slaves would. Her expression had returned to that of the bored stuck up bitch from before. Maybe she just looked like that. I thought we would talk engagement first, and we should wait a while for that." I said scrambling for words to say that wouldn't hurt her."Are you having second thoughts of being in a home with me AND my daughter?" She asked suspiciously."No, not at all, and put that thought out of your head. What guarantees do we have that she'll take to me, and not look at me as an interloper between you and her, her Dad and her." I asked."Truth be told, although I usually stick up for the son of a bitch, her. ”“None of my business.”“Aren’t you even a little bit curious?”“Of course I am, but it still isn’t any of my business.”“He was my ex-husband and what you saw was me breaking up with him again.”I said nothing and paid attention to my driving. Apparently she didn’t like silence.“I didn’t know I was going to breakup with him when we got to the restaurant.”Again I said nothing and after several seconds she said “It was just supposed to be dinner and then we were going to go dancing. Halfway through.