The silence stretched for no more than thirty seconds before the front door thudded shut, and the girl came back around the corner. This time, there w...as a young boy on a leash next to her, his hands bound behind his back and a ball gag pried between his teeth. There was a wild, rambunctious look in his fearless green eyes, and messy red hair hung in a curtain around his ears. The girl bowed slightly and melted back into the shadows, leaving the new slave with his Master. Xavier got up, tugged. Reiser, I presume."I blinked at a woman's voice and then at the woman herself, and my Master appeared only slightly surprised before he regained his composure. The woman appeared several years older than me, in her late twenties or early thirties possibly, although it was difficult to tell. She cut an attractive swath through the crowd, there was little doubt about that, with rich auburn hair and a striking face. A strong nose and chin, thin sensual lips and dark green eyes beneath her hair,. Millie was just arriving on the scene.“That was before I got to be friends with Millie. Things are different now.”Stan ruined her chance to spend some time with Cal. Part of her regretted it and part not. It didn’t please her that Cal slunk out of the diner as Stan laid claim to her. She thought of a school boy who was afraid to take his lunch money back from the bully who’d grabbed it.Junior might not have been much, but if he had been there and wanted Roxie for the night he’d have told Stan. She looked around at her classmates, all of whom were built on the same generous model as she was. As was only natural. Large breasts. Swelling stomachs. Full fleshy arms, generous buttocks, thighs that pressed together, and more than enough flesh for anyone. This was the way it should be. Like Tracey, her best friend, who as always was sitting next to her, her blouse revealingly open, and inevitably letting free a glimpse of a nipple She squeezed Tracey's hand, and her friend squeezed it in.