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SCOTT

When I got back to Brianna's, Zoe was waiting for me.

"Chantelle made a nice dinner for us at Sam's. We'll be eating there tonight instead of with the others."

"Wonderful. Is Marcia here?"

"No. She's working evenings through Thursday. She's off on Friday."

"Do you know what we're having?"

"No, only that it will be good."

We had thin slices of beef cooked in wine with a burgundy sauce, jasmine rice with vegetables, a fresh garden salad with a homemade vinaigrette dressing, with a fruit crepe for dessert. All of us with a glass of red wine, except the pregnant Zoe. Another outstanding meal by a superb chef. Two men, two naked slaves, and a meal to kill for.

"Dawn was telling me about the story of how you acquired Chantelle as a slave. It was quite a story. I'm happy to see it worked out for everyone."

"It looked like it was touch and go there," Sam said. "I'm very lucky Marcia could see her way to accepting Chantelle. I couldn't have done it if our positions were reversed. I'm not