Remember this.”
“Yes, Sir.” As if there was even the slightest possibility that I could forget. I returned my hands to my lap and sat looking up at you, giving you my full and smiling attention. When you are waiting for me, you are doing nothing else but waiting for me. I had to bite my lip to stifle my gasp as I caught myself and straightened up. You let me rest in Your gaze for a wonderful long moment, still holding up my chin with the tips of two fingers, then added, “Let me teach you how to kneel for me.”
Why should such an offer make me light up inside and spread a happy smile across my face? Then I rooted around in the lower cabinets until I found a small black tray, on which I placed the glass and the lemon. You placed my hands behind my head then pushed them together, indicating that I should lace my fingers together, which I did, making sure to keep my eyes on Yours, Sir.
