They had only been in the new house for a little more than a week, and most of Bryan’s belongings were stored in a half dozen opened cardboard boxes... scattered around the room.“Anyway,” his mother continued, “It’s time to get up and get ready. I have to get along to work and you and your sister are going to be late for your first day of school if you don’t hurry.” Bryan frowned, his face sour.“Yeah, who wouldn’t want to get a jump on their senior year at a totally new high school halfway across. I smiled and told him that we didn’t finish putting the boxes away yesterday. We turned and went upstairs and really did put the boxes away. Tim looked a little disappointed at first that we were really doing a “chore”. We finished putting the boxes away and I asked him if he enjoyed our little activity yesterday. He said “oh yeah”. I then asked him if he enjoyed grabbing my tit yesterday when we fell. He again said “very much but he didn’t get to enjoy it very long.” I said "well let’s try. She gave me a dirty look before saying, “We got the point when you brought them into the bathroom.”“Great. I did my job then, well, almost,” I said.There were mud-covered kids in the group that tagged along to get a better look. I grabbed the nearest one, stripped them, and moved to the next. We told everyone to change clothes, bathe, and switch to a different color scheme, whether they needed it or not. Only those who had done so already were left dressed. I decided to save the staff from. I hear my Master's footfalls on the leaves and twigs as he leaves me. I am afraid.I cry out to no one, "Please! Please don't leave me! Don't leave me here! Please... please."Each crunch encourages my growing despair until I know my Master has left me. I weep my mother's tears as I slump back against the oak, tied down and waiting. I will believe, I must believe, that my Master will return for me, that somewhere, sometime, someone will come to my rescue.Each minute is an hour as I wait, naked.