“Pleasuring each other but not sleeping together,” he said, and then hardening his voice to what she knew meant an order rather than a request, �...�If you get yourself on the pill it would be quite safe.”Her heart leapt at this and she replied, “I went on just after I started in here. I guessed you would want me, and I knew if you ordered me into your bed I wouldn’t be able to refuse, or want to. Want to refuse, I mean.”“And?” he asked.“And if you want me, I am yours, Master, for anything you. It was over.Then on Thursday while I was outside cutting the lawn, I could see Laurie on the cell phone standing at the end of the yard. I was unsure who she was talking to but she seemed to be motioning me over. I let go of the mower, shutting it off, as I walked to her wiping the sweat off my brow.I could hear her chatting telling whoever it was she'd be glad to, that it sounded like fun, and it was good talking to them as well. In a few moments she handed the phone to me and said, "It's. I am in a cabin in those mountains when the rains come, and I am thirteen and in love with my cousin of fourteen. Of course the family is there with us, and we are visiting.While the rain falls, sentimental songs play on the ancient phonograph. The words are as foolish as the mannered voices singing them, but the word love occurs frequently, and it has recently become a powerful word to me. So I gaze dreamily away while everyone else is laughing at the quaintness of the music, and they tease me. “Okay, okay, give me a bit. I’ll get there as soon as I can.” He snapped the cover closed on his cell phone and looked up at his staff. “Okay, meeting’s over. Reschedule anything else for me today, starting now. I’ll call if I can’t make it in tomorrow.” Several people raised an eyebrow at him, having caught the reference to the lawyer, but he shooed them out without explanation. Sitting back down at his desk, he picked up his telephone and dialed a number.It was early afternoon before Peter.