Chapter Kristy lay on her bed, as Greg came into the bedroom. He closed the door behind him. Kristy had her legs out in front of her, and she propped herself up on her elbows. Mechanically, Greg walked towards her, still unsure of what he was doing. Its okay, Greg. Dont worry. Im nervous, too, Kristy said, trying to make Greg feel more at ease. Kristys heart was pumping. She tried to play it cool, but she was so close to her aspiration. She had wanted to get Greg in bed, and here he was.

It was oclock on a Sunday afternoon and Charity had spent most of her weekend agonizing over her decision. Would she choose her Master that fulfilled her every need and desire, or Max her confidant, friend, and soul mate? She stared blankly at the screen flipping through the channels. Her eyes were bloodshot partially from the tears she had cried and partially because of the sleepless nights shed been having. The truth was it was weighing on her mind.

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Last night had been unexpected, to say the least. She woke up slowly, painfully, and quickly realized she was naked. Her stomach was a bit queasy from too much libation and as she became more aware of her surroundings she realized the warmth behind her in bed was from an unknown man. She racked her brain trying to remember where in the hell she was. The hotel. Thats right. She was in town for a conference and last night she and a group of friends had broken off from the main party for additional socializing.

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She wore nothing but a long brown woolen robe and sandals made of wood and rope. There were patches of snow on the ground, and she could see her breath when she exhaled. She sat on a flat stone at the top of a small rise, next to a stone and thatch hut. In the shallow valley below, a band of adults and children were struggling through the snow and mud. One of them looked up and saw her. The figure pointed to her, and soon two dozen faces had been turned toward her.

It was a hard rain. The type of rain that soaks you through, soaks you even though youre wearing an overcoat. I had never felt so wet before. I managed to make it through the door to the restaurant and stood there in the foyer, dripping. The water poured off my hat onto my collar, down my overcoat, and on to my already drenched feet. I shook the water off and best I could and stared out the front window. This rain wasnt going to let up soon.