Normally I was the jealous one and, considering that I hadn't even spoken to Julie, it seemed odd. I shrugged it off as a girl thing until Mr. Johnson... asked me to stay late.Mr. Johnson closed the door after everyone else left and sat on one of the desks near me."I know this is a bit unusual, but would you be willing to partner up with Julie?" Mr. Johnson asked."I'd hoped to student teach with Katie..." Miss Romero has already requested that you and Julie be her assistants, but what I meant to. " she whispers."You are not a dominant yet, I will confess. But you will become one. And for your sake, I advise that you make the attempt. What you may be rather surprised by is how much you enjoy it. Again, trust me. I have seen this happen with other women like you," the man grins, "you might think it is the act of submission that you crave, but I am beginning to understand that is not that... it is the event. You like the exchange of power. You like the vulnerability, the helplessness, the. It takes a little time for a horse and rider to get to know each other, so we’ll work mostly in the arena for a month or so. Just until we’re confident that you’ve developed that special bond that any young man should have with his steed.”“Come on down now, Liam.” His father held his hands out to help him down off the horse. He’d be able to get on and off by himself if he was at the stable mounting block. “Ray will show you Sim’s stall and grooming tack after the party. Let’s go get our guests. He went to the one comfortable chair in the room. Sophia settled herself on the only other chair; the one that had been tucked under the table. "I'd ask if you had fun, but I can see that you didn't. Have you eaten dinner?" She asked casually."Mostly I drank it. Someone kept giving me plates of things with tails, and I lost my appetite." He said, relaxing into the chair. "Yes, I know they're just crabs with the shells still on them, but I prefer my food lacking in identifiable parts. I hate.