Why did I add the 'slave', now? She flinched."I am your slave?" Her voice was incredulous."Yes," I breathed deeply."Who are you?" She uttered the word...s in staccato, putting stress on the middle word of the sentence. "Where do you come from?"I hesitated. Feeling an urgent need to control the situation, I shook my head. No... "Why did you return?" Look, You want to own me, and control my life? For real?"I paused. To control every aspect of her life. What she should wear, what she ate, when she. Well, OK, yes, it was different, of course it was, but more in the means by which he did it than the ultimate effect. It was persuasion, not dominance.For the rest of the afternoon "nursing" consisted mainly of giving him a couple teaspoons of alcohol every two or three hours. It didn't, I knew from the residual knowledge he'd put in my head so effortfully the previous night, have the same effect on him that it did on humans; it was mainly a prophylactic and a mild stimulant. The greatest risk. “Come in and get changed into something dry or you will catch cold” she said in an affectionate tone. Avinash liked the idea of staying back with her, especially when she was all alone in that lovely weather. Yet he pretended to be hesitant, “No, please, I don’t want to bother you, I shall leave” he replied. “No way, you will get sick if you get wet any further” she said in a dominant tone and shut the door behind him.Avinash followed her inside, and she fetched a couple of towels for him, “Go. ..Sort of in the middle," I sigh. "Her sister, younger sister I think." Oh," grandma says. "You know that won't be fun when you go to meet herfamily." Assuming we even end up going out," I say."...But you DO want her to be your girlfriend, don't you?" Grandma asks."...Yes, probably," I reply. "Almost certainly, like I said, she's cute,she's-" Well I'm sure she's very nice," grandma says. "I would just be cautiousif I were you." Didn't you tell me this morning not to look a gift horse in the.