For that moment alone I thank You, Sir. The pitcher of iced tea was front and center among a fairly standard assortment of beverages – milk, water, a bottle of white wine lying on its side – and the other shelves held nothing unusual either that I noticed. It wasn’t enough that I allowed You to treat me like a pet; now I was Your servant as well? Here I was after being led, in nothing but my panties and at the end of an improvised leash, for block after block through the streets of my town by a man who had simply taken possession of me. Jurgens. I borrowed the sugar bowl and a cloth napkin from the table, added a long spoon from one of the drawers and after arranging everything nicely decided I was done. I had already learned that it was too late to turn the clock back, to try to become once again the person I’d thought I was before You turned my life upside-down, Sir. The pitcher of iced tea was front and center among a fairly standard assortment of beverages – milk, water, a bottle of white wine lying on its side – and the other shelves held nothing unusual either that I noticed.
