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 Still in the glow of the morning, the thrill of being near enough to be
touched once more, she sets about the day.  Cleaning His many rooms,
changing the linens, and airing out the myriad of pillows.  Everything
cleaned, shining, left in perfect order, not a stray item to detract from
the pleasure of His night.

   Knowing it hours until Master's return, His slut sits curled within the
window seat, creamy flesh caressed by the warmth of the sun, she plans out
what to make for His dinner.  Thinking about the lunch Master would have
today, hoping that all the business discussions went well, about the
gathering of Master's friends; thinking that would leave Him in a most
wonderful mood.

   His slut sets aside the menu in her mind, and watches for a few minutes
at all the activity on the other side of the glass, the shapely girl, long
black hair flowing down almost to her thighs, running along the sidewalk,
the skimpy little shorts leaving little to the imagination.  The number of
girls and Men - walking together innumerable, some with stars within their
eyes, others with the accoutrements of play, some with dogs eager to be to
the nearby park.

   Watching for a few more minutes, and she knows the time is nearing that
she must begin.  Wanting it to be a most special night, she gathers about
her a short shift, one that is allotted her to leave His Home, she slips
into some mules, camel in tone, and with a last look about, she is out the
door, and on the way to the store.

   The light bringing fire to her silken tresses, she doesn't notice any
glances that stray along her petite form, the lithe curves that only dream
of His touch, her shapely legs leaving a sashaying motion to her hips, toes
point as they lay to the ground, placing one foot before the other,
oblivious to most all around her, His slut arrives quickly at the local
store.

   A small basket on her arm, she visits the fruits and vegetables section.
Grabbing one item after the next, those needed, those that meet her
discerning eye are allowed within the basket, the rest discarded where they
were found.  Her short journey carrying her on the lightest of steps,
buoyed by the love in her heart, the fire of her belly, aisle after aisle.

   she stays longer than needed at the meat counter, wanting only the best
of cuts for Master, she `begs' in a commanding tone for a new cut to be
done, thicker and fresher than those displayed.  This is not new, this lil
dance, she has played it often enough with the butcher, often enough that
His slut thinks it is just a game for the distraction to leave her
lusciousness in his gaze longer.  Whatever the case, Master does always get
the best cuts.

   taking all to the register, she makes small talk with the girl there,
seeing a question upon her lips, knowing the answer could be given, but
why, the girl will never understand, least not until she would feel what
His slut feels every time she thinks of Him, the darkening of her cerulean
gaze the first sign that she is thinking of Him, thinking further that she
needs to leave here before too many other thoughts bring more visible signs
to light.

   sauntering back along the path first taken, she arrives back to His home
in short order, she sets all the items upon the counter, except the steaks,
slipping out of the shift, she prepares His meal, fully on display should
He arrive Home earlier than planned, ever opened to His gaze, hiding
nothing, the steaks set within the fridge, and begins upon the rest of the
meal.

   lettuce washed and torn in her tapered fingers; radishes, cucumbers,
tomatoes all cut to bite sized pieces, edemame beans shelled and added, a
small bottle used to mix oils and vinegar, special spices, laying a gentle
kiss to the side, it is set into the coolness of the fridge to await dinner
time.

   The fresh strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, and blackberries.  all
crushed together and left to blend in flavors in a thick sauce as she
reduces it over the flame, ready for the vanilla cheesecake selected at the
deli, once boiling commences, she stirs delicately, and allows it to cook
for just a bit longer..  Before filling the crystal bowl, lastly to this
dessert, Master's slut prepares freshly whipped cream in an extra large
bowl.

   Potatoes, washed and wrapped, she puts them within the oven, ensuring
plenty of time for their cooking; washing and scrubbing carefully, the
asparagus readied to steam mere moments after Master's arrival.  His slut
looks about, glass readied for His favorite drink the moment He indicates
such a desire.  The table set for Him, a small pillow set at the side of
the heavy armed chair.

   Candles are lit, as drapes are drawn, shutting off the world.  a small
cocoon of warmth and love; she selects various cd's, randomly playing them
for His enjoyment, peeking out to ensure the grill ready, the moment she
sees the car down the street.  She slips back into the window seat,
watching alertly.
   All at the ready, for the moment her heart skips a beat.