...I looked inside her purse and picked up her cell phone. It was still powered up. I went right to the text messages. There was a Bobby on the list. ...I clicked the link. There was a text message from somebody named Bobby."Hey Baby Girl...What's Up...."Than her reply. "At the Club...Waiting..."That's all there was! Shit!.....Fuck!.....What the hell was going on? I didn't know what to do. I was stunned....Numb to say the least. Whatever was going on I'm certain that fucking Tracy has something to. I felt discomfited, but not really put out. "Right," the ward sister said, soaping the shaving brush. "Now I'm going to shave off the stubble on your testes and pubis." It was a lovely experience to have Inge soap me, and then begin careful scraping with the cut-throat razor. Nevertheless I was rather fearful of this instrument and so maintained a respectful silence. "Pubic hair is unhygienic," the ward sister told my step-mother. "You should shave him down there regularly." At this all three. “How did the gatekeeper know to open the door?” I ask, unable to see any watching cameras. “And who is this gatekeeper anyway?”“The ‘gatekeeper’ is what we call the automated security system which controls access to the slave quarters and some of the other buildings to ensure slaves don’t enter or leave without a Mistress or Lady as an escort. It also monitors the sensors around the island, watching for any unauthorised landings.”The slave quarters consist of four dormitories, each about the. Nice to see you smiling." "It's amazing what a day or two off to yourself will do for you." "Oh I'm sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." "No, I was just watching some videos online." "Okay, isn't Cindy home?" Ben laughed then gave me a very cheeky look that I hadn't seen since he was a teenager. "If she was I wouldn't be watching these videos." It took me a few moments to understand what he meant and it must have been obvious when I went bright red because he laughed again. I couldn't.