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Chapter 37
 
       	Ken had to remind Arianwen that she had to put on clothes
before she could take her new car out for a spin.  She dashed upstairs
to put on shorts and a shirt, then ran downstairs again and pulled Ken
and Jane inside the car.  Off they went.
       
       	Ari was a good driver, and the car handled well.  He did ask
her to back down from her hundred-mile-an-hour pace on the highway,
and she gulped having not realized how fast she was going.  When they
returned about a half hour later, Sally had finished making some
lunch.  Ari spent the rest of the day with a happy glow.
 
      	"Hey Ken," asked Gary quietly as they watched Jane, Sally and
Annette play in the pool, "have you used the Dragons on Jane yet?"
      
      	"Not yet.  I wanted to make it interesting for her, but I don't
have the hardware to do it."
      
      	"What do you mean?"
      
      	Ken explained what he wanted and Gary smiled.
      
      	"I'm sure I can come up with what you want in a day or so.  It
wouldn't be hard to build at all."
      
      	Ken chuckled. "With all the stuff you're building for me, maybe
I ought to make a workshop for you as well.   There's a building where
they used to store something or other not too far from the main house
that might work."
      
   	A shadow passed over Gary's face as he remembered what was going
on with his own business.
      
      	"What?" asked Ken.
      
      	"Ah, nothin'," he replied.  "Some congresscriter's trying to
shut me down, and the legal fees would have already put me out of
business if you hadn't come along.  I'll be fine now."
      
      	"Why would a congressman care?"
      
      	"His daughter is into seriously hard core BDSM.  She bought
some of my stuff -- not from me, but secondhand.  He knows that I
didn't sell it to her, but that doesn't matter.  Just the fact that I
made something that had perverted his innocent little girl's got him
on a rampage."
      
      	"How old is she?" asked Ken.
      
      	"Hell, she's twenty-two now.  Real hot chick.  Played with
Annette and I a couple of times.  She's into play-piercing big time."
      
      	That got them into a discussion of BDSM clubs in the area.  Ken
knew of the one that he used to go to when he scened with Andrea, the
woman who had fooled him into thinking she was a slave.  He assumed
that there were a fair number out there.
      
      	"Used to be," grunted Gary.  "City council's been shuttin' 'em
down as fast as they can find them.  Hell, they've been targeting all
kinds of places -- sex clubs, BDSM clubs, adult book stores.  Just
keep harassing them until they go out of business."
      
      	"And," added in Sally, who'd started listening when she sat
down, "they've closed down all kinds of gay and lesbian outreach
programs to help teens, harassed abortion clinics, reduced AIDs
funding, all kinds of stuff."  She shook her head, "All in the name of
decency and morality."  She snorted,  "As if the fucking politicians
are moral enough to legislate morality."
      
      	Ken was not surprised to hear this.  It was at least as
disturbing as the things he'd been hearing in the news, now that he'd
started to follow it again.  The present administration had used an
act of war to not only attack people outside the USA, but to attack
citizens who didn't believe in their 'One God'.   The thing he found
most disturbing was that Americans were sitting still for it.
      
      	Ken had no intention of sitting still for it, but neither would
he jump into a fight he only half understood.  He had money now, and
resources he'd never had before.  If he worked quietly and
intelligently, he could effect changes.  Some here, some there, and,
if nothing else, protect his own people from the laws and actions of
those in power.  Laws and actions that the Constitution had been
designed to prevent.
      
      	They sat for dinner in the dining room.  Once everyone was
served, he stood and asked for people's attention.
      
      	"I'd like to thank you all for coming this weekend."  There
were chuckles around the table.  He smiled as he said, "Sorry, slip of
the tongue."  More laughter, and Ari added, "Master, you can slip me
your tongue whenever you like."  This was of course followed by
suggestions from the other women about where else he could slip his
tongue ... and, of course,  much more laughter.  He finally held up
his hand for silence.
      
      	"Yes, well, on that subject, I'd like to say that you are all
welcome here whenever you'd like to stop by.  We have plenty of
bedrooms for you to stay in, and the dungeon is always open.  Speaking
of which, I'd like to give Gary and Annette a hand for the amazing
furniture that they made for me, and for the pieces that they
graciously allowed us to borrow."
      
      	There was round of loud clapping and whistling as everyone
showed their appreciation.
      
      	Then, in a more serious tone, Ken went on.  "As I said, you are
welcome here whenever you wish.  You've seen the lifestyle that is
practiced here and should know that you can do what you want without
fear of ridicule.  However, I must ask that you treat what we do as a
bit of a secret.  Please do not invite anyone here who I have not met.
 You know what many people think of a lifestyle like this --
especially in these times when the separation of Church and State is
anything but." There were murmurs of agreement with that statement. 
"Also, as a new lottery winner, I'm somewhat vulnerable to the media,
who rarely think before they print something.  I'd rather not see a
headline that reads 'Lottery Winner Creates Sado-Masochistic Paradise
With Teen Slaves.'"
      
      	More laughter followed that statement, though there was a
definite undercurrent of seriousness as well.  Ken had made his point,
and each of these people knew how they'd be treated by the general
public if their lifestyle was known.
      
      	Dinner was excellent, as was the conversation.  People were a
bit more restrained, but there was still some sexual play that went
on.  How could there not be with so many beautiful, naked slaves?  At
one point, Ken found himself feeding Genie as she knelt at his feet. 
Arianwen was kneeling between Annette's spread legs, slowly licking
her pussy.  She had her own legs spread, and someone had used a cloth
napkin to tie her wrists behind her.  Kim was fed, once again from a
plate on the floor.  Ellen had her feet on the smaller woman's back as
Kim ate without her hands.  Jane ended up licking Kim's face and chin
clean after the woman had eaten.
      
      	Dessert was served and things loosened up even more, but no one
wanted to get too hot and heavy.  Most people had to work the next
day.  Bill found himself the target of Sally, while Sandy got pounded
by Gary, who was still having a difficult time believing the number of
times he'd cum.  While coffee was being served by Jane and Sally
(Arianwen was curled up in Annette's lap), Ellen led Kim over to Ken
by her leash.  She had her other hand in Genie's hair and was using
that to bring her as well.
      
      	"Master Ken," said Ellen, "I have a small favor to ask."  She
paused for a second, then said, "Actually my slut here has a small
favor to ask."  She pulled on the leash until Kim was on her knees. 
"Well, slut?  Ask!"
      
      	Kim was a bright red, embarrassed and very aroused.  "Master
Ken, would you please use this slave's asshole before we leave
tonight?"  With that she spun on her knees, then fully bent over,
offering Ken her asshole.  It looked a little red, but fairly slick.
      
      	"I had Genie prepare her, " said Ellen by way of explanation. 
"And since she offered to clean up so Kim doesn't leak in the car, I
couldn't refuse."
      
      	Ken knew that if he took Kim as roughly as she wanted, she'd
bleed.  He realized though, as he pulled out of her, that he could
heal any actual damage.  So, he took her as she wanted.  Roughly and
with no consideration of how it hurt.  He bottomed out in her ass no
more than five times before she started begging to cum.  She was given
permission, and her tight sphincter clamped on his cock as her orgasm
raced through her.  Ellen was well on her way to having the pain slut
she wanted.
      
      	Ken fucked her through two more orgasms, shooting his cum deep
inside her ass.  She was bleeding  by the time he finished, and, as he
pulled out, time slowed.
      
      	Kim had several small lacerations; unsurprising considering his
size and how rough he'd been.  They weren't as bad as they could be,
since Ellen regularly stretched her asshole with plugs, and would
heal, even though she'd definitely be sore for a while.  Still, Ken
didn't want to leave her like that; she wasn't Circle and wasn't
protected from infection the way the rest of them were.  So he healed
the small tears but made sure she'd still be sore for a day or so.
      
      	Interestingly, the small amount of blood on his cock caused
Genie to have a mild orgasm when she began licking him clean.  Kim was
still kneeling with her head to the floor, while Genie licked and
sucked Ken clean, and remained unmoving as Genie put her tongue to use
on Kim's still-distended asshole.  Genie managed to create a mild
orgasm in Kim while she herself had one as she rimmed and tongue
fucked the sore hole.  Finally, Kim was pulled into a deep kiss with
Genie, causing conflicting sensations of humiliation and lust to race
through her body while they kissed.
      
      	"Well, it looks like I should start to train Kim in the anal
arts," Ellen said.  "She seems to like the taste of Genie's mouth."
      
      	Kim moaned with embarrassment, shaking as Genie's slim fingers
tugged on her labia and flicked her clit.
      
      	"Don't let her cum again Genie," said Ellen.  "I don't want her
to think she can orgasm whenever she wants to."
      
      	In reality, Ken could read that Ellen's main concern was that,
if Kim were not left sexually aroused, she would hurt too much from
being sodimized.
      
      	"Don't worry," Ken whispered as leaned over, "She's a little
sore, but it's nothing that will hurt her for real.  I made sure of
that."
      
      	Ellen nodded.  She believed him, although she didn't know why. 
As roughly as she treated Kim, both verbally and physically, if anyone
really hurt her, Ellen would cheerfully kill them.  And Ken knew that
if Ellen accidentally really hurt Kim, she'd be horrified.  Like
Genie, the weekend here at the mansion had seemed like a fantasy come
true.  She knew they were safe, knew it deep inside where there could
be no doubts.  It was so internalized that she never questioned it. 
Ken suspected she'd think on this later and wonder why it was so.
      
      	Finally, the only ones left were Bill, Genie, Gary and Annette.
 Eric and Sally had gone upstairs to tend to the baby, and Jane had
gone with them.  Eric had been in a bit of a daze today.  Quiet,
bemused and obviously very content.  A new world of sensation was
slowly opening to him, and he was loving every minute of it.
      
      	"Hey Ken," said Bill. "Did you still want to get all that
computer equipment?"
      
      	"Oh, yes," replied Ken.  "Absolutely.  Can we get some of it
locally?"
      
      	"Yeah, we can do that.  Some of the real high-end stuff will
have to be mail-ordered, though."
      
      	"Well, if you're free tomorrow, why don't we start taking care
of setting up that lab you wanted here?"
      
      	Bill was getting the techo-geek glow.  The thought of buying
bleeding-edge hardware and setting up a computer system to run an
entire house gave him a feeling of excitement like nothing else could.
 Genie saw the look on his face and shook her head.  It was a good
thing she had to work tomorrow, because she suspected that Bill might
not notice she was alive.  Ken, watching the interchange, was glad
that Genie was coming to understand Bill so well.
      
      	They left a short time later.  Annette was sent to gather up
any small items that she and Gary had left about, while Gary had
offered to leave his equipment here.  "It's not like I have anyplace
to set it up," he said.
      
      	Ken knew that wasn't true, but Gary was intensely curious about
what was going on here.  Gary had noticed that the amount of time
Arianwen had spent with Annette was changing some of Annette's views
on various things.  The ladies had spent a good deal of time (when Ari
wasn't licking or sucking something of Annette's) talking about
Paganism and religion in general.  Unlike Gary, Annette was not an
Atheist.  But until this weekend, she'd never felt comfortable with a
religion.  Now, she was afire to learn about what Arianwen worshipped.
      
      	"Ari's trying to convert my sub," said Gary.  There was no heat
in his tone, just a mild question.
      
      	"Not exactly.  She's explaining our way of life to her.  If it
disturbs you, I'll ask her to stop," offered Ken.
      
      	Gary quickly shook his head.  "Annette's my slave, but, odd as
it sounds, I don't own her.  She's free to believe anything she wants.
 If it ends up interfering with our relationship, that's a bridge
we'll have to cross when we come to it.  I don't think that'll be the
case, though."
      
      	Ken shrugged and agreed.  Gary was hesitating about bringing up
last night.  He'd seen Lea and wanted to know what had happened with
Eric.
      
      	"Eric's a little different today," he offered. 
      
      	Ken smiled and leaned forward.  "Her name is Lea."
      
      	"What?"
      
      	"The woman you saw with us last night.  Her name is Lea," said
Ken.
      
      	In that moment, Gary realized that Ken knew that he'd been
watching them last night.  He got a little embarrassed, but that
didn't keep him from wondering how Ken had seen him.
      
      	"You knew I was watching," stated Gary.
      
      	"Yes."  Ken leaned forward and said, "Gary, we have nothing to
hide here -- at least, not from you or Annette."
      
      	"Fine," replied Gary. "Who is she?  Does she live here with you
guys?"
      
      	"Her name, as I said, is Lea.  And yes, she lives here with
us."
      
      	"How come she wasn't around all weekend?"
      
      	"Good question," replied Ken.  "But it's not one I can answer. 
You'll have to ask her yourself, the next time you see her."
      
      	"I thought you said you have nothing to hide?" countered Gary.
      
      	"I don't.  But there are some things that are not for me to
tell.  If you want to know about Lea, you have to speak to her
yourself."
      
      	Gary thought for a moment.  This was all beyond strange. 
"You're not going to tell me how to find her, are you?"
      
      	Ken smiled and said, "You're best bet is in the Garden."
      
      	Gary licked his lips and said, "About that garden.  It looked
like she just disappeared last night.  She was there, then she wasn't.
 How did she get out of the garden?"
      
      	Ken stood with a sigh.  "Gary, I don't have an answer for you
-- at least not one that you'll accept."
      
      	"Try me."
      
      	"How's this for an answer:  Would you take a novice submissive
and subject her to the same level of play that you'd use on Jane?"
      
      	Gary looked surprised and said, "Of course not!"
      
      	Silence followed, because Ken said nothing else.  Gary sat and
thought, then said, "Not much of an answer."
      
      	"I know, but trust me, it's the best I can do at the moment." 
Then he said, "I'm really sorry Gary, but the truth is, you'll just
have to speak to her yourself.  When the time comes, I'm sure she'll
be there for you to talk to.  I don't want to go all mystic on you,
but Lea's sort of a law unto herself."  He smiled at Gary's
disbelieving look and said, "I'm reminded of the story of the man who,
upon seeing a giraffe for the first time, said, 'There ain't no such
animal.'"
      
      	They let the subject drop, but Ken knew that Gary was still
thinking about it.  He and Annette left a bit later, leaving the
Circle alone with their new brother.  Eric got little sleep that
night, discovering that there were advantages to being the Priest of a
sex Goddess, especially with three, very willing Priestesses to help
him explore his new status.
      
      	The next two weeks passed more quickly than Ken would have
believed possible.  Everything was moving along well though, and his
House was settling in nicely.  They had visits from all the guests, at
one time or another, and Bill and Genie stayed over enough that, by
the second week, Ken offered Bill a room at the mansion.
      
      	"Look," he said, "You're doing a lot of work here, and I know
you don't like to keep to just daylight hours.  Besides, you already
said your roommate's an asshole.  If you stay here, you can work when
you want, and you'll always be within reach of the lab."
      
      	Bill tried to demure, but Ken and Jane convinced him.  Genie
bit her lip, and said nothing, and Ken realized that she'd been
planning to ask him to move in with her.  Despite the fact that she
really liked everyone in the Circle, her relationship with Bill was
growing deeper.  He was becoming the Master that she wanted to serve. 
She enjoyed serving Ken and Eric, and was coming to really like them,
perhaps even more than like.  But Bill had captured her heart.
      
      	Later that evening, while Bill was ensconced in yet another
improvement to a program he was working on, Ken, Jane and Genie were
outside by the pool.  He could hear Genie thinking wistfully how much
she loved the mansion.  He heard her come to the conclusion that, at
least if Bill was living here, she could come here more often and not
feel guilty.  Jane, while she couldn't read Genie's thoughts, could
read her feelings, got up and walked over to the lounge where Genie
was laying.  She held out her hand, and Genie looked up, startled to
see Ken was on her other side with his hand out as well.
      
      	"Let's go for a walk," he said.
      
      	They walked to the Garden and sat down facing each other.  It
was time, thought Ken, to move forward another step.  He leaned
forward and kissed Genie; her mouth opened immediately to accept his
tongue.  No matter how she felt about Bill, she could not resist Ken
-- or Jane, who claimed a deep kiss from her as well.  She was wet by
the time the naked woman, whose arousing scent was scattering her
ability to think, leaned back to smile at her.
      
      	Ken and Jane each took one of her hands and looked at her. 
Genie became a little nervous.  It was becoming obvious that sex was
not why they'd brought her here.
      
      	"Bill is going to move in with us," stated Jane.  Genie nodded
her head, confused about why Jane was stating the obvious.  "You're
falling in love with him."  Again, another statement.  Genie blushed,
but nodded.
      
      	"Genie," Ken said, "I've told you before that we like you a
lot.  We know you're in love with Bill, and I'm willing to bet that,
at some point in the near future, you were going to ask him to move in
with you."
      
      	Genie was startled.  How could he know that?
      
      	"It was obvious," said Ken, answering her unasked question,
"from the look on your face when he agreed to live here."
      
      	"Oh," she replied. 
      
      	"Genie, we didn't mean to derail things between you and Bill."
said Jane.  "This seemed like a good solution to getting him out of
the dorm and giving him the resources he needs to excel in his field
of study.  I don't know if you realize just how smart he is."
      
      	Genie nodded and said, "I know that he leaves me in the dust. 
Eric seems to be the only one who can keep up with him."
      
      	"Genie," said Ken, "This house has a lot of bedrooms.  It's
large enough so that you could go days without seeing someone else, if
you wanted to -- hell, there's even more than one kitchen."
      
      	"Yeah," she said, "It's huge.  But beautiful."  She paused and
inhaled deeply, the motion doing interesting things to her bare, 'C'
cup breasts.  The women rarely dressed anymore, and the slaves only
dressed when they left the house.  "It's so ... comfortable ... here. 
Peaceful, but kind of energizing, too."
      
      	Just like how she felt after really excellent sex.  Somehow,
Ken was unsurprised at the comparison.
      
      	"You could move in too," said Ken.
      
      	Genie's eyes regained their focus and her heart rate sped up.
      
      	"Excuse me?"
      
      	"You could move in here too," he repeated.  "You could have
your own room so that Bill doesn't realize he's being perused.  Then,
when you've moved all your stuff into his room, he'll be so
comfortable he'll never notice that you've claimed him."

     	Genie burst out laughing at their accurate assessment of Bill. 
He was head over heels in love with her, but outside of the mansion,
was almost too shy to hold her hand.  He couldn't get his head around
a beautiful woman like her dating him -- never mind all the other
things she'd gotten him to do to her.  She realized that if she had
asked him to move in with her, as she only had a small, one-bedroom
apartment, he would have refused.  Not because he didn't want to, but
because he would have been afraid.  They were offering her a perfect
solution.
      
      	The normal objections came to mind, but she discarded most of
them.  After all, they wouldn't have offered if they didn't want her
here, and it wasn't like they didn't have the room.  Still, she worked
for a living and wasn't interested in a free ride.
      
      	"I'd really like to," she said, "but it would sort of be like
taking advantage of you guys."
      
      	"I'll tell you what," said Ken.  "You contribute toward
household expenses by giving us the money that you'd spend on food and
utilities.  Sally does the shopping, so you'd have to tell her if you
have any type of food you really like, or hate.  Give us half the
money you'd usually spend on rent, and we'll call it even."
      
      	"That hardly seems fair," she said.  "This place must cost a
fortune to run."
      
      	"Every little bit helps," smiled Ken.  "You can put the extra
money away in case you ever want to buy a house or something."
      
      	To her immense surprise, Genie experienced a pang at that
thought.  She couldn't imagine living anywhere but here and she hadn't
even moved in yet!  That made the decision a no-brainer, but she had a
lease and said as much.
     
     	"Don't worry about it," said Ken.  "We'll get Lenny on it; he
loves a challenge."
     
     	Genie had no idea who that was, so Ken explained he was an
attorney that they retained.  As he said that, he realized that
perhaps it was time to have a house-warming party.  He smiled and
wondered how hard it would be to get Joan here.  Perhaps there was a
way to get little Karen over as well; he knew that Arianwen had seen
her at least once a week, and he and Jane had just had a very hot
visit with her the other day.  That one was a serious handful.
     
     	They continued to talk for a little while, but it was just to
help Genie arrange her schedule to move in.
     
     	Ken called Lenny's cell phone a little while later to ask about
what he could do to help with Genie's lease.  He expected to get voice
mail, especially considering it was a Sunday night, but actually got
Lenny.
     
     	"Oh," he said, "I'm sorry to call so late.  I was expecting to
leave a voice mail."
     
     	"Not to worry.  This is my private line and only a few people
have it.  I give it to people who are high up on my list of clients to
be there for.
     
     	"Thanks," replied Ken.  "This is nothing earth-shattering,
though.  I have a friend who needs help with a lease."
     
     	"Oh?  Bad landlord?"
     
     	"I doubt it.  But she needs to break the lease.  Can you --
quietly -- arrange to have it paid out so that she can leave when she
wants?  I don't want to woman to know that's what's happening," said
Ken.
     
     	Said woman was currently on her back on the sturdy coffee table
in the study.  Jane was between her legs, while Bill was at her mouth
and it felt to him that she was about to have a nice orgasm.
     
     	"Yup.  That'll be cake.  I assume that Ellen and Kim can handle
the financial details?"
     
     	"Yes," Ken replied.  He thought for a moment then said, "I don't
know if we're going to be able to pull this together or not, but I
thinking about having a small house warming this Friday.  If we do,
are you busy?"
     
     	Lenny's voice seemed somewhat startled.  "Um, I don't think so."
     
     	"Hey, this isn't a command performance or anything.  If you are,
then I can wait another week or so."
     
    	"No, no, I'm sure Friday will be fine," returned Lenny quickly. 
Ken suspected that Lenny had actually had plans that he was going to
cancel, and wanted to smack himself on the head for making such an
impulsive decision.  Well, there was nothing for it.
     
     	"Excellent.  I'll talk to you tomorrow, and Sally or Arianwen
should have the details to you about this upcoming Friday no later
than Wednesday."
     
     	They said goodbye and disconnected.  Ken went to find Sally to
explain the predicament he'd just gotten them into.
     
     	Sally was changing the baby in the nursery.  Little Christine
smiled at Ken, gurgling and grabbing one of his fingers in her own. 
Her grip was pretty strong for a baby.  When he told Sally what he'd
just done, she looked at him with that what-the-hell-were-you-thinking
look that women seemed to be born with.
     
     	"Well, I've been thinking about it for at least a week," he
replied somewhat defensively.
     
     	She just shook her head.  "Master Ken, if I can have Jane and
Arianwen to help, and IF you're not inviting a hundred people, it'll
work out.  But everyone you want to come might not be able to on such
short notice."
     
     	"Actually, I thought about that.  It'll mainly be just the
regular crew, with the addition of Lenny, Joan and Karen.  Perhaps
some friends of Jane's or Arianwen's, or of you guys."
     
     	Sally shuddered.  Most of her friends were from her old church,
and she wanted nothing to do with them.  Ken frowned to himself as he
realized that Sally still had not left Nemetodunum since her first
night here.  She roved the grounds extensively, but had not left them.
 Ken knew it was time for that to end.
     
     	Monday, he talked to members of the household to see who they
wanted to invite.  Ari wanted to see if she could get her sister snuck
over.  Ken knew that she missed the other girl terribly.  Sally and
Eric thought that maybe their parents could come over.  Bill knew that
Genie was already coming, so that was that.  Once dinner had finished,
 Ken pulled Sally aside.  He'd already spoken to Eric about what he
wanted, and Eric had no problem with it.
     
     	"When are you going to get the food for the party?" he asked.
     
     	"Oh, I'll make a list tomorrow, then get Ari or Jane to go for
the food on Wednesday," she answered.
     
     	"Sally," he said gently, "I want you to go with them when they
get the food."
     
     	"Why?" she asked, confused.  "They'll know what to get."
     
     	"It isn't that," Ken replied. "It's that you haven't left the
mansion since you became part of the Circle."
     
     	"I haven't needed to."
     
     	Ken just looked at her, and she sighed.  "Alright, I don't want
to.  I can't risk having them attack me again."
     
     	"Sally, you're protected from that.  No one's going to hurt you
again."
     
     	"You don't know that.  How can I risk it?"
     
     	"You'll have to trust me.  And you need to trust Lea."
     
     	There were tears in her eyes as she looked at him.  She was
really afraid of leaving the protection of the mansion.  Ken knew she
couldn't face becoming the person they'd tried to turn her into.
     
     	"I do, but please Ken, I need more time.  Don't make me do
this."
     
     	He wavered.  She really was petrified.
     
     	"Sally," came Lea's voice, "you must trust your High Priest and
follow his guidance."  Sally jumped as Lea set a hand on her shoulder.
 "I know it is hard for you, but I will not allow you to be harmed."
     
     	Sally turned and sobbed into the Goddess' arms.  Ken had seen
this coming, sort of.  She'd never really dealt with what had happened
to her, being thrust into an almost fantasy life where she could cook,
tend to her husband and raise her daughter.  She was content, more
than content, since not only was she able to do those things, but she
could often submerge herself in her desire to serve as a slave.
     
     	"Do you promise?" asked Sally, her breath hiccupping as she
wiped her eyes.
     
     	"The day after tomorrow, you will leave here with my Avatar. 
You will see that you are safe."  Lea's expression darkened slightly. 
"I cannot lie to you my love, it will not always be so.  But for now,
you will be safe.  Leave Christine here with your husband and go with
Kenneth, Jane and Arianwen.  Spend some time purchasing food for this
party.  Enjoy what life has to offer you."
     
     	With a final kiss, Lea disappeared into the night.  Sally looked
at Ken, then nodded.  She firmed her resolve and said, "Wednesday
afternoon, then."
     
     	Ken kissed her and smiled.  "Yes.  You'll be able to indulge
your passion for buying food.  It'll be fun."
     
     	Her return smile was somewhat tentative, but quite genuine.
     
     End Chapter 37

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