But I was beginning to learn more quickly, Sir, and after a moment I knelt at Your feet, sitting back on my heels and offering up the tray with my head bowed, my hair falling around my face. He arrives like clockwork every other Monday at the same time, wanting to know why his rundown old house hasn’t sold yet. I wanted to continue, making up naughty, degrading things to say in order to please You. The bag with my clothing was still there on the floor next to me where You had dropped it, and I had an overwhelming impulse to snatch it up, march out the door and slam it behind me. But You weren’t done yet, of course, Sir. “Thank you, Nadine,” was all You said, a soft murmur, but I felt myself flush as if You had praised me to the skies. Thank You, Sir.”
I only know that when You released my chin and caressed the side of my face as You continued to smile at me with such affection, I couldn’t help
