James
I let Michael take her inside, show her around. His obvious desire to be with her....
How can I deny him that…?
Carrying in her suitcase inside, I let him stoke up the fire, piling on more logs. I have a pretty good idea that he would like to roll around with her on the large fur rug in front of the hearth. Certainly, he's raising the fire to a good heat....
She's flagging a bit, looking pale. “You're tired, Charlotte. Why don't you go have a shower or a bath." I suggest. “You'll feel better after that. I'm going to make us something to eat."
“Mmm, yes, Master… I think I will."
.... Master....
She wanders off into the bathroom. Michael smiles happily at me, stretches, then grins broadly before turning to stand staring into the fire.
“I'll get on with making the meal," I say.
