Episode 51: PETER PAwN

First stop! Hellacious Acres nursing home. Not its real name!

Cabot Ross was still riding high from portraying something that he wasn’t. Although even he had convinced himself he might just be cut out to be more of a master over a sex slave than he ever imagined. His sole intention was to swindle money out of millionaire widow Roselyn Albright who sought him out as a lover. Roselyn being almost 25 years his senior it seemed bizarre to think about, if not for the fact she was pretty darn attractive. Still, if she hadn’t been he might have hurdled. That meant running like hell and jumping over anything in your path to reach the bathroom toilet for a former track star. Hurdle to hurl! Not in this case though. In an odd twist he found himself horny as heck around her. Their chemistry was certainly surprising!

“Slow it down Ross. Pace yourself. If you move too fast, you’re going to make Rose suspicious. Stay tough and strict yet be her friend too. Helping her get fit is a good start. I have a few more ideas to use in infiltrating her, I just need to fit those in. The more time I spend with her the more she’s going to trust me. I may be doing this solely for Margo to get her more money for her B&B, but I worry Margo’s niceness might trip me up and tell me to stop toying with Rose. I mean yeah, her being filthy fucking rich could set me up, but do I... “ He growled at himself for being imperfect, “ ... fuck ... I’m too nice, even when I’m evil. Let’s just see how grandma is and touch base with Maria while I’m here. Go from there!”

Having parked his grandmother’s old car Cabot walked into the nursing facility with a strawberry danish. Grandma loved those and he did like treating her. Considering he just fed Roselyn strawberry crepes this did seem strange. He hadn’t thought of that when he stopped by the gas station to fill up. Grandma could feed herself. Now Maria, he would gladly feed. Guatemala Holla!

“No sign of Grandma Edie in the mess hall. She’s either in her room or socializing. It doesn’t look like Maria’s out and about, but she could be assisting another resident. I can’t dominate...” He paused to grin over that word in his head. Before Margo that word was only ever used to dominate the track in high school. The more he pondered the term the more confident he was becoming. “I did tease Maria about the whole master thing too. She has called me that, but do I really want to make her a slave? I mean she escaped Guatemala to avoid being one. But, over there meant do or die. Here with me she feels safe. This shit is just going to get confusing. At least I’ve made it clear to both Maria and Rose that I fuck and date who I want. So far, so agreeable.” Time would be his own worst enemy.

Walking freely back to Edie’s private room he stepped inside to find a nurse changing her bedding. “Hey! Ummm?” Reading her nametag took effort, “Melanie!” 24 and busty, that tag needed inspecting a bit longer than intended. “Sorry! I thought your tag said Melinda. Had to double check.” She feigned a blush yet dazzled him with her sea blue eyes. So not dumb! She even held her tag up for him which fanned her scrub tops cleavage further out. Swell hell!

“Sure, you did. I’ve heard everything about you from Maria. Even Edie brags about you being a stud.”

“Oh, yeah? Did you just start here? I don’t recall seeing you before today.”

“No! I go to college during the day. All but Monday’s which is when you can find me here. If you intend to look for me that is. Which I’d be cool with, I like being looked at ... into ... for.” She winked. “Just teasing!”

“Tease harder.” He smirked.

“Only if that gets harder.” Boy was she bold. Busty, tan, dark hair with blond highlights, red choker, tattoos hidden by her smock but evident. Blue eyes glued to his crotch on purpose she tapped her foot impatiently. He assumed she intended to make certain his dick got hard to be certain if it was size appropriate. Nice!

“Did I accidently walk into a massage parlor?” He laughed then threw himself onto his grandmother’s bed, lying on his stomach, “Ready when you are.”

“Funny! I am a massage therapist. Going to school for physical therapy though. It all ties in.”

“Want me to get undressed?” He chuckled.

“You could, but I might tuck the fitted sheet over your body. Edie might find her bed lumpy when she gets back.”

“Ha! Ha!” He sat up, then stood away to let her do her job. Leaving Edie’s pastry on a nightstand he watched Melanie do her thing. In bending over her scrub top draped lower still, offering him a brilliant panorama of her 38C’s. Knowing he was loitering there she moved about quickly to make her melons jiggle about.

“Enjoying the view of the PocoKnows?” Emphasis on knows he’s drooling.

“That’s the POKEonos for you.” He chuckled. “Hard to miss, Mel.”

“No man ever does.” She grinned. “I’m not a moving target trust me. I’m a bullseye in waiting.”

“Gotta say, you’re pretty bold.”

“Is there any reason not to be?”

“Get bolder I say.” He studied her cleavage further, “You have tats on your tits. Nice! What are they?” Standing up and moving toward the foot of the bed she paused just long enough to lift up her shirt and show him her chest, a pink lace bra revealed half of each nipple but shared her entire array of ink. “Roses!” His jaw nearly dropped at the irony. Roselyn aka Rose, now Melanie the trellis. “I’d spread those petals all over my bed.”

“Just my petals?” She razzed him and pulled her shirt back down. “I know you won’t rat me out.”

“Nope! Keep going.” He chuckled! “Gotta be roses below the waistline.”

“Most definitely! But that’s enough for now. Save some mystery I say. Here for Edie or Maria?”

“Both! You too, now. I heard my grandmother was under the weather and missed church yesterday. I figured I better check up on her.”

“The good grandson.”

“The only grandson. So, when can I get a massage?”

“Can you afford me? I do need money to live on.”

“How much are we talking?”

“I usually charge $200 an hour.”

“Happy ending?”

“We’ll see.” She winked. “Waiter at Hilltop, right? Tips that good?” This led him to pat his brewing erection.

“Ask Maria.”

“I don’t want her to think I’m trying to steal her man.”

“We’re not serious. She knows I see other women.”

“Hm?” She set out to put new pillowcases over the twin pillows on Edie’s bed. “I’m off at three. Give me your address.”

“Albright Mountain! Route 6 North of here. Careful on the hairpin turns it’s a long way down.”

“You live on a mountain?”

“Not yet! I live with Margo Needy if you know of her.”

“Wow! Who doesn’t? I love hearing stories about the widow of Darryl Needy. So inspiring.” She smiled, nibbling her lower lip. “So, why the mountain, if you live with Margo wherever she is?”

“I just took on a side job with Roselyn Albright. I’m her personal trainer.” Rather true! Training her to be his new slut. Fitness tRAINER! Squirt! Squirt!

“You’re fit but you don’t look like any personal trainer.”

“I specialize!” He chuckled. “I’ll be mountainside by 4:00. I have to run a few errands before I head back up.”

“Like visiting Edie and Maria. What else?”

“Aren’t you nosey.”

“I put my nose where I want, Mister Ross. I nuzzle with evil intent. You would feel my breath a mile away. Warm spearmint!”

“I put my dick where I want, Miss Petals.” He stepped right up to her and lowered his gaze to her bulging breasts. “I bet it would fit right in with the flower bed.” In response she used her arms to crush her tits together, tightening the gap. “What’s your last name?”

“Guess!” She studied his eyes with a definite attraction. His eyes finding hers rather than her tits this round, he had to step back a bit or kiss her. “Need a clue?”

“That might be helpful. I know it starts with B, it’s on your tit tag.”

“Ready? Only one chance. Screw it up, no massage for you.”

“Hit me!” He smirked as she untied her loosely fitted scrub style pants before his eyes. Tugging out the front of her pants lured him into looking down at her inner thighs. A thicket of pubic hair with more roses, stems included sprung up from her bikini area as if potted. “Nice!” Show over she tied her waist back up tightly.

“I’m waiting.”

“My first instinct was Potts!” He chuckled, “But I’ll go with Bush!” He winced hoping he was right.

“Good call. Yep! That’s me Melanie Rose Bush. Blame my mom the florist. She’s also my tattoo artist. Potts? Hilarious, I love weed.”

“That’s fucking cool. I just got paid so I’m good for the massage but...”

“Uh oh! Now he wants to see my butt.”

“If you’re showing.”

“I’ll save that for the mountain. I massage in the nude. Will your boss fire you if I do?”

“Nope! She’ll be naked too.”

“Wow! You move fast, don’t you?”

“I’m going to have you massage her. Because I’m a nice guy.” Nice Master!

“Damn! And I was really hoping to jerk you off all over my PocoNOSE.” She tapped her fingertip on her nose playfully.

“You can. On my boss...” He offered a strict gaze to see how she might react. “ ... to show her who’s boss.”

“Hmmm? You’re lucky I’m a freak. $250 seeing as I’m helping you get a promotion.”

“$300 it is.” She puckered at the raise in pay. A fast relay of his phone number she entered it for future purposes. “Let me work my magic, I might hire you a couple times a week.”

“Big spender! Pay my rent, Sugar Daddy.”

“How much is it?”

“I live at home still. Until college is done. Basement bitch!”

“Oh, do I have a basement to show you.” He laughed referring to Roselyn’s dungeon. “Any hurry tonight?”

“Driving down a mountain on my motorcycle might be tedious after dark.”

“Then you’re staying the night. I don’t want to find your carcass a month from now eaten by coyotes.”

“Morbid, but thanks for the concern.” She laughed. “Look who the devil rolled in.” She pointed at movement coming up behind them. In wheeled Edie Ross as driven by Maria Salazar. Turning to greet them Cabot brightened up.

“There’s my two favorite people.” Melanie excused herself but made it clear she was his third in passing. Edie shook her head and swatted Melanie on the bottom. Mel goofily asked, “May I have another, Mistress?” Waved away Mel vacated the room after whispering, “Your man is cute.” Maria thought so.

“My grandson the player.”

Maria connected dots easily and shared a moment of disappointment. That is until Cabot handed Edie her strawberry danish to keep her busy. He then took Maria to the door that Melanie closed. Kissing her hard Maria’s self-confidence immediately sparked. “You two just moan, I’ll be over here in a diabetic coma.” That they did. If he could fuck Maria right here and now, he would. That might not go over so well in front of... “Changed my mind. I’ll be in the little girl’s room for the next twenty minutes. Maria can change my bedding again after.” Rolling herself into her private bathroom she used a claw wand to close the door. Music over her cellphone Edie played Tommy Dorsey. She loved her big band sound.

“My granny is so cool.” He locked the bedroom door and picked Maria up carrying her to bed. Lowering them both into the bed they hurried to lose their pants at least. Hers being scrubs like Melanie’s was easy off, even over her tennis shoes and socks. Cabot left his jeans on but down to his calves. Deep penetration led to an instantaneous thankfulness in Spanish. Forced to lower her tone due to this being her employment she kissed Cabot to take away any temptation to scream. Bad enough Edie’s headboard was slamming against the wall. It was a good thing her next room neighbor was deaf, hearing aid in the shop. Fortune was always smiling on Cabot Ross.

After a good six dozen ball slaps on her ass cheeks Cabot nutted hard inside Maria, her muffled cries lingering in his mouth. Feeling her flood gates erupt over Edie’s bedding Cabot almost hated himself. No amount of clean bedding was going to keep Edie from sleeping on a wet spot. Toes curling together they just made out, his dick warm and cozy in its sleeve. Maria was content.

Hearing the toilet flush Cabot severed their kiss and grinned at his girl before pulling out in threads of glory. Getting dressed quickly they sat up and told Edie it was safe. Tommy went on the road. Door creaking open the elderly woman peeked out to be certain. “Nothing like eating Danish on the crapper.” Gross! No grosser than what they just did. “So, now that you two got that out of your system, change my bedding so I can take a nap.”

A knock at her room’s door Edie rolled back to unlock it. Tire treads easing back, the door ushered open just enough for a rescue mission. Outside, Melanie Bush passed new bedding to Edie. Edith chuckled. “If you hurry you can join in. Bed’s already tore up.”

Melanie giggled and fist bumped Edie, “Raincheck!” She took her leave rather than feel like a third squeal.

“What the heck?” Cabot laughed, “Are you pimping me out grandma?”

“I just want to see you happy.” Maria hopped up and claimed the new bedding.

“I know I am very happy.” Maria grinned teasing Edie.

“God love ya!”

“Speaking of God. Grace Goode told me you missed church yesterday. Said you weren’t feeling well.”

“Blood sugar Sweetie. I’ll be fine.”

“And I just gave you a danish. I’m such a bad grandson.”

“Long as you don’t bring one every visit. It’s good to see you Cabot.”

“You know I got really worried hearing that from Grace.”

“How’s that coming? You tap her yet?” She apologized to Maria with a pat to her arm. Maria simply let it go, she knew Cabot was a free agent.

“No! We’re just friends I think.”

“I see interest in you, Senor Cabot.”

“Stop with the senor stuff Maria. It’s just Cabot.”

“Thought it was master.” Edie frowned.

“Are you telling grandma everything?”

“We have few secrets.” Maria cringed.

“If ya got it Sweetie, take no prisoners.” Edie smirked. “So, what else is new?”

“I have a parttime job now. Personal trainer to a rich lady. Hopefully, I can save up more money for culinary school.” Maria looked stunned; she just knew it was another to compete for his affections. Loneliness was a bear. “Don’t look at me like that Maria. I’m not dumping you.”

“We are nothing more than, how do you say, friends with benefits?”

“We may not be in a relationship, but I do care Maria. I will always be there for more than just sex. Movie nights coming. Evita, right?”

“You remembered. Yes, you will like that very much.”

“I like you very much. Just relax!”

“Si, I will.”

“Get busy on my bedding already. Take me for some fresh air Cabot.” Edie wheeled herself around to face the door. Kissing Maria once more, hands holding her cheeks and chin as a sign of sincerity. He meant everything he said. Cabot released her with a tug to her lower lip and bumped foreheads as a clue to keep him on her mind. Opening the door wide and kept open until Edie could wheel herself back outside the room he puckered at Maria. She mimicked his attentions. Once in the hallway Cabot assumed control. He was good at that.

“So, you’re feeling better today?”

“I’m alive Sweetie. Don’t you worry, I’m not leaving you anytime too soon.”

“Good!”

“Yes, she is. Grace, I mean. I love Maria, but even I realize she’s not the one to keep you Cabot.”

“I’m just not ready for any long-term relationship. Not even with Grace.”

“How’s about Rosebud over there?” She nodded at Melanie going about her job, “Don’t girls wear underwear anymore? I can see her entire butt crack.” Three inches at worst. Room to conceal still. No one ever complained. It was the tattoos.

“I know, isn’t it awesome?” He laughed. “She’s fun I can tell.”

“Tapping her next?”

“I might! She’s going to give me a massage later.”

“You got the moolah for that? I hear she’s expensive.”

“I’ll manage. You know everything about everyone around here, don’t you?”

“I know enough. Rosebud’s a sweetie too. Have fun with her.”

“That’s the plan. Oh! Couple things while I have it on my mind. I was thinking of years ago when you taught me how to paint. I’ve actually been thinking of trying that again sometime. Wish I still had a few of those paintings I did. I think dad tossed them.”

“You still have them. They’re in my storage unit with all my treasures.”

“No way? You kept my artwork?”

“Sure did! I’m proud of those. If you want them get the key from your dad. My hands aren’t steady enough these days to get back into the oil paints. Arthuritus! Just bring anything new you paint by to show it off.”

“Nouveau!” He chuckled. “I’ll definitely want your opinion.”

“What brought back your mojo?”

“The lady I work parttime for is a painter, well, likes to paint. When I went for my interview, I just appreciated her art style.” They reached the double doors leading out to the back courtyard where old timers sat playing cards, boardgames, even shuffleboard. Held open by the family of another resident Cabot pushed her through the door with his thanks.

“What’s this job entail? Be honest with me. You know I read you like the books I...”

“Read to me.” He laughed. “Peter Pan was my favorite.”

“Did you know the author James Matthew Barrie was the uncle of William Winter, a chess professional and two-time British champion back in the 30’s? I know how you love playing chess. I read up on that recently.”

“Wow! That’s an interesting trivia question grandma. So ... Peter Pawn?”

“Clever as ever, Junior.” She giggled. “Now level with me. Who is she and what’s this job?”

“Roselyn Albright. I’m her ... I tell everyone I’m her personal trainer. I’m not technically, but I am going to run with her a couple nights a week. She’s a really nice woman.”

“I know Roselyn. I had a hunch when you said rich gal and painting. We took an art class together ten years ago. She is a good bird.”

“Wow! You know her? That’s crazy. Big difference in age, I guess I didn’t see that coming.”

“You know me, even when I got sick, I loved trying new things. I hadn’t really painted much since you were like ten or eleven. That was why I learned more so I could teach you.”

“So cool! What can you tell me about Roselyn?”

“Freak! Loveable freak though. Her late ole’ man was a swinger. Kind of reminds me of Margo Needy. You know how I felt about her at first. Margo was just a whore and proud of it. Roselyn was more reserved due to her husband. Refined in a classy way. Now? Hard telling! You tap her too?” She found it funny.

“Mad at me if I said yes?”

“Never mad at you Cabot. Worst case, you can make a few bucks for fucks.”

“Truth? I’m only spending time with Roselyn to hopefully get her to help back Margo’s Bed & Breakfast dream. She might lose everything Darryl left her if this falls through. Margo plans on using the whole estate as collateral. But even that might not be enough. She has no current source of income.” Outside of the boys pimping her out. “That’s not in her favor.”

“So, you’re suckering Roselyn?”

“Yes and no. Crazy thing is, I do like spending time with her. She’s lonely and wanting someone to at least make her smile. If I can help her and she can help me, is that so wrong?”

“Can’t say I approve, but I won’t go calling her to warn her either. Be gentle, she’s a fragile soul.” Not even close! Edie knew the old Roselyn when Wardell was still alive. On her own now, Roselyn had become one tough bitch, but hid it well.

“I promise I will. Even if she does back Margo, I’ll still go keep her company.”

“Paint with her Cabot. Steal her soul that way. Just tell her I said hello.”

“Absolutely! She’s going to freak once she knows we’re related. I mentioned you but only as grandma. I don’t think she’s connected the same last name dots. Oh! As far as Melanie goes, it’s really not me she’s massaging. I’m going to treat Roselyn to the massage. Although, if Mel wants to give me a freebie, I’ll take it.”

“I’ll Captain Hook you up. Her mom did my tramp stamp.”

“What?” He busted up, “You don’t have any tramp stamp.”

“You think I’d show you? Pervert!”

“You do not have any tramp stamp.” He wasn’t convinced. “Don’t show me if you do. When did you get one? If you really do have one.”

“Couldn’t show you anyway. I’m wearing a dress and that would mean pulling it up over my private parts. I don’t need these old farts zeroing in on my goodies. Melanie was adopted, her mom Deedee is almost my age. Held her age better mind you. I got my stamp back in the 90’s before you were even a tinkle in your daddy’s hardware store. Back before he got into real estate. You know your dad is friends with Bianca Goode, right? They are rival agencies.”

“I did not know that. Crazy! I love you grandma. Stamped or not.” He stopped pushing her to hug her from behind. “Thanks for being here for me and understanding who I am.”

“I hear ya, Playa! What was the second thing you were going to tell me?”

“Oh yeah! Roselyn is going to give a bunch of her old clothes to charity at the Goode’s church. My suggestion! She’s got an entire clothing store in her closets. Heck, she still has Wardell’s clothes.”

“So what? She wanting to give me her Gogo boots?”

“Miniskirts and garter belts too.” He laughed. “How about a feather boa?”

“Now that I’d wear for Tommy Dorsey. Her and I are about the same size. Sure! Have her pick a few dresses out I can wear to church before anyone else gets dibs.”

“On it! Gucci handbag?”

“Gucci Gucci Coo!”

“Hilarious! Listen, I need to go for today. You call me if you need anything. Any time of day or night.”

“I’m good. Now go get that storage locker key from your dad. You know he’s sitting in his office with his feet up. Fucking realtors!”

“I’ll do that. Need me to roll you back to your room?”

“Naaa! I’m digging the sunshine. I’m sure Maria will come looking for me here soon. Go pinch her ass and hit the highway. Tell Margo I said to keep her legs closed.”

“You know she won’t listen. Blame my buddy Heath for that. Of course, she is on her monthly right now. Might be closed 50% of the time.”

“TMI! Go on! Tell Roselyn to stop by here sometime, I’ll beef you up.”

“Now that’s a plan. Thanks!” A kiss to her cheek Cabot turned and walked away. Once gone she rolled herself to a table of three old farts, all males. Backgammon!

“Did I ever tell you boys I had a tramp stamp?”

“Why no!”

Consensus of intrigue!

Margo Needy’s Manor ... surrounding property ... the boonies!

“So, my hope is to get the money to not only build onto the existing house but change the entire landscape. The garage will be turned into living quarters for the boys who work for me in groundskeeping. Cabot wants to be my chef. My best friend Elena from my modelling days is coming here next week before I fly off to Paris to see my son Elliot. She will be my acting manager.”

“Sounds like you have it all figured out.” Lily Crowe ran alongside Margo, her breasts sore from dancing about. Forced to palm her 36C’s or face agony the rest of the day she almost regretted joining Margo on her run. Margo also topless had less issues her tits were silicone and firmer, shock absorbers handling the turbulence much easier. “Can I come work for you too?”

“I’ve mentioned that to the boys. Perhaps as a maid or a hostess, or both?”

“I can so do those jobs. I wish I had brought my cell now. I really should have called Kim about coming out tonight. Thanks again for allowing it. I think we need each other; she’s pretty upset over Eric. Me struggling over Ben, I think we need each other. Besties forever!”

“As long as Eric doesn’t get uptight. I won’t tolerate fighting in my home.”

“We won’t! Like I said if it gets bad, I’ll drive Kim home.”

“Then it’s settled. Concerning your cell, the service out here in the trees is spotty at best. One time I get pings, others dead zone. We can head back if you want.”

“No! I don’t want to ruin your run. Kim can wait! Besides unless he went to work already Eric is still here, I’d rather he not overhear my plan. He probably thinks I’m burdening you.”

“You are not burdening me, Lily. It’s nice to have another female around.”

“Can I move out here?” She giggled. “Shit! I think a fly flew up my twat.” A short squeal she released her tits to shoo off a zinger. Resorting to pulling her long t-shirt back over her naked body that at least prevented creepy crawlies from touching her skin. “Darn it! I was liking the freedom of running naked.”

“I do it a lot these days. My being on my period is probably the reason for our pesky flyby’s. Here’s blood in your fly.” She laughed.

“EYE never thought of that.” Lily added to the silliness. It was good to laugh. “SHOO EYE SHOO!”

“We are going to get along wonderfully. Let me think about you living here. With Jeffrey moving out once his lease ends, there’s really no room. Unless you want to borrow my cage.” She challenged Lily with a coaxing pucker. Nope!

“Why do you let Heath make you sleep in there?”

“It’s not him really. I mean he likes to think it’s his idea, but Darryl used to confine me for hours to show he owned me. I guess I should warn you, I mentioned the attic earlier. Before you go up there you should prepare yourself for some of the things Darryl has in his dungeon. He cast a solid wax polymer replica of himself, with a fucking machine torso. I used to go up there and use it as a way of still being close to Darryl. Morbid I know, but I do miss him.”

“Wow! I’m not sure if that’s touching or twisted.”

“It’s definitely both. Don’t judge me.” She nudged her body over playfully to send Lily out of step laughing. “I suppose I could clean enough room up there to put another bed. It’s crowded but as long as it doesn’t bother you to have torture devices as decor.”

“I’ll take it.” Lily chuckled. “There is a lock on the door, right?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Uhh? The guys won’t remove the door like they did your bedroom and bath will they?”

“I would never rule out anything.”

“Great! I’ll just buy a can of mace and a gas mask.”

“I’m sure Eric will set them straight.”

“Probably so. The only thing I worry about is mom visiting and wanting to see my room. She would make dad carry me out screaming.”

“That you will have to decide for yourself. There’s always the treehouse until winter hits. Just don’t catch it on fire. It does have solar panels for heat in the cold weather. It doesn’t provide electricity though, there’s a gas-powered generator but that means providing gas to use it. The smell can be atrocious if run it for too long. Opening windows in the winter defeats the purpose.”

“Too scary out there by myself.”

“Even worse after dark. We could ask Jeff to sleep in the attic and you can stay in Elliot’s room until he gets home in four and a half months. At least that’s the plan. I suppose it all depends on his grades; this school is a precursor to greatness. If he fails the six months, there’s no moving up to lengthier terms.”

“I remember Elliot. Really nerdy? He ran with Ben before my brother and Heath adopted him. I still don’t get that. Those guys are brutal toward nerds and geeks. Sorry for the name calling.”

“They used Elliot to get to me. I used Elliot to get to them. End of story. I know my son can be out there. It shocks me he has a girlfriend over in Paris. He’s actually growing up.”

“That’s awesome. Have you seen pics of her? She nerdy too?”

“Even more! We skyped not long ago. She’s adorable. I’m proud of him for not mocking the girl, she is deaf. So beautiful though, and she seems very attached.” Enough to fuck him in front of Margo as the boys nailed his mother in an odd competition of ownership. That stuff was going to need sorted out. Referring to her son as master was not thrilling. Dammit Darryl! Training her son to take over as her new master only added to the exhaustion. Heath and the boys insisting on including him in ownership rights only added to the frustration of it all. She prayed Giselle would be enough for Elliot to ignore that bit of bullshit. Even unto death she would not disobey Darryl. In a brief flash she recalled the mountain lion butting her forehead almost lovingly. Maybe that was a friendly reminder.