Foxy Lady When I wake up, Master Sean has a fragrant soup steaming over the fire. He pours it into a large bowl and beckons to me. I begin to stand, but he holds up his hand. "Vixens crawl, not walk." I sink down to the ground, now swept free of sharp stones and sticks … Continue reading Foxy Lady – 2
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Birching the Boss
I may be the boss publicly, but privately, my administrative assistant is the one in charge. Of course, the two can cross at times. This morning, Evan followed me into my office. Without speaking to me, he went into my private bathroom and shut the door. I heard water running for quite a long time, … Continue reading Birching the Boss