“My whole abdomen is throbbing … my ball … oh … it’s getting worse. I think I’m going to be sick!”I blessed Mark’s foresight that I sh...ould start this with an empty stomach; there was nothing to throw up. I felt hot all over. I could only take short gasps of breath.Mark took hold of the screw again. I watched in horror. “No! Wait! It really hurts!”“You said that you wanted this as realistic as possible, didn’t you?”“Yes, but…”“Well then.” He gave the screw another turn. Even though I was. It was the kind of thing I always watched for in tight traffic. Not so much the crowding as the door being opened. Taking evasive action I dodged the threat, the crunch of the pickup taking the van door off was enough to confirm my fears. If I hadn't zigged when I did Bessie and I would likely have wound up under the wheels of the truck, or smeared on the inside of the van door. It could have been an accident, one of the normal hazards of riding a bike in traffic. Only I'd seen the van driver. The man looked down at me, naked but for my collar."This is Judy," my mistress informed him."She's lovely," he admitted."Would you like to stroke her?" No, not right now." I'll just start dinner," she replied acceptingly.The visitor sat on the sofa and sneezed. Picking up the remote control, he flicked on the television, watching a summary of the day's events as my mistress worked efficiently in the kitchen.She set the dining table, laying out her best tablecloth and arranging places for the. He smiled to himself and walked into the lobby of his apartment building. When Ivy got back down to where she had left the minister standing he was gone. She frowned and looked around but he was definitely gone. She was surprised when she felt a flare of disappointment. As she made her way back up to her apartment, coat still in hand, she realised she couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was so worldly and interesting, he was kind, loving, intelligent. Just like most ministers only with his.