You told me how you knew I was looking, and purposely left doors open. How you even watched me jerk off in the shower- too oblivious to know anyone wa...s there. How you often thought about me, but put it out of your head cause it was wrong. That the reason you left was because you didn't trust yourself...I was shocked. You then saw my look and broke into tears. I rushed over to hold you and calm you. As I did, I stroked your long blonde hair, and held you to my chest. Finally you stopped sobbing,. Then I started to kiss her back. I mean, she's a sexy girl who's practically naked and is kissing me. I'm a weak-minded guy. When her tongue flicked across my lips, however, I caught myself. I pushed on her shoulders and leaned back, breaking the kiss."Ana?" I asked, confused.Tears filled her eyes, and with a stifled cry, she raced from my room.I didn't call after her because I didn't want to wake Sam. I could have gone after her, but what was I going to say? I was still kind of in shock.Shit.. . a ‘chattel slave’ to use La Chatte Heureuse’s terminology. The name on her collar says ‘Drippy’ so I presume it’s her nickname or slave name since I refuse to believe that any sane parent would name their child Drippy.“What are you trying to do, Madame Errr...?” I ask, trying to see the name on her necklace.“Melody. I’m Melody,” she replies. “Sorry, I should have introduced myself. Drippy and I are really new to this game. We aren’t really into bondage and the like, but I won the lottery for. And it didn’t seem particularly smart either. Even if the Dark Twins planned on resurrecting me at least once and I could find allies with resurrection magic, there were ways to kill without resurrection, like that Obliterate spell… And then, everything would be over.No, fighting myself, and facing enemies directly wasn’t my style. Even in my old life, I had been a strategist, someone who hides in the shadows and manipulates others without ever being seen. And this time, I would have a much.