Selfish? Probably. The announcement barely got a grunt from behind the newspaper. He probably didn’t care whether I was there or not. He didn’t e...ven ask me what I was doing. I just said it was at school and left it at that. It implied work but he didn’t ask; I didn’t tell. All it meant was he’d have to put his own leftovers in the microwave instead of me doing it. I was still expected to do the washing up, apparently. The art class was at the school where I had grown from a girl into a. ”That was really enjoyable, Vince. Let me up so we can clean up the beer.” “The show starts at 9 so back here at 6:30 so we can get dinner before. There’s a place next to the theater. Remember, semi-formal.”“Sure thing, Abby,” He pulled her close; they kissed for a few seconds, before he left.A clapping came from the stairs.“Mrs. Robinson that was the most wild and unique way to ask for a date I’ve ever seen, wrestling on the floor in spilled beer. I’ve got to try that one.”“Stop, I asked him. It seemed loud to me and I quickly looked around, but nobody except those at our table seemed to pay us much attention."Oh Michael!" she moaned in my ear. "I missed you so much! I thought that stupid horse would never get back here. That had to be the longest ride of my life!"Then she was back to kissing me some more."Help?" I thought to Catherine."You don't need Aunt Catherine's help for what I want you to do, Michael!" she purred."The little minx intercepted my thought to Catherine!" I. It was like we were made for each other. I guess we were to a certain extent. I wasn’t the one who originally intended to have Amara, but I couldn’t think of a better match. I wondered if she adapted to the form best suited to whoever released her? Maybe her originally intended Master, and I just had similar tastes.Amara ground her hips in my lap, moaning softly.“Take me, Master. Dominate me. Take control.” Her voice was light and airy.She had picked up on my doubts and worries. She wanted me.