TempestChapter 4
The next thing I knew, he was getting out of bed. The train had stopped. I knew we were in New Orleans and my training was about to begin. I stretched, amazed at the feel of silk, and cleanliness of my smooth, lush body. "Come. Get dressed." I looked at the sour, threadbare blouse and dress on the floor. "Yes. I see. You will never wear such dirty rags again." "Thank you, Master." I wrinkled my nose at the odor emanating from my clothes. And to think, only yesterday I had to be...