The Wanderer and His First SlaveChapter 4
She did not finish her internal negotiations until later, and returned to peer through my window only just before dawn. I was awakened by her soft cries of "Mister! Mister!" "Mph?" I replied, being still in a dream of seductive women doing my bidding in very explicit ways, I am ashamed to say. Then the fear of firedancers jolted me wide awake in an instant, and I fell out of bed while becoming entangled in my blanket. Three things struck me at once. The first was the amazement that this...