Christ, Ryan, I was thirteen--do you think I came up with that one all by myself?"Light dawned. "Your mother told you to go to bed with me?" Ryan gasp...ed."Yes. 'You don't keep a man around unless you spread your legs.' And that's a quote. We can start there and go on--but I really didn't see how badly my mother warped me until I got away from her." She took a breath. "This isn't an excuse, mind you, it's a reason. There's no excuse for the way I treated you. And for that I'm truly sorry."Ryan. “You’ve seen it before?”“Yeah. But it’s a great movie, and it’s been awhile.”“Okay.” I settled back, took a sip of my wine, and wrapped my arms around her. Violet snuggled back against me, her head resting just under my chin.It turned out to be a very good Korean movie, lushly shot, the plot full of twists and turns. It was also intensely erotic.A half hour in, the titular handmaiden was washing her mistress in a copper tub, checking the sharp edge of a tooth with the pad of her thumb. There. Downing most of the water I dove into a plate of singed meat that was hard to chew but palatable, and several passion fruits. My energy gradually returned and I was able to free my bound leg quite easily with unbound hands. Apparently my captors had a no idea of my recuperative capabilities. Curiosity compelled me to crawl back to the encampment as quietly as I could to get some insight on my potential fate. Within a few moments I located the largest rock dwelling in the encampment and. Anke was right to giveme the matching uniform heels in advance. There were no shoes in here.I took a moment to look at myself in the wall mirror and straighten outmy clothing. These aren't traditional kitchen uniforms by any stretch.They were stylized and sexualized, like all the clothing here, and Iwondered for a moment how anyone could get anything done in the kitchenwearing something like this. The top was midnight black and formfitting with a dramatic V cut in the front to show off.