text: Rochelle held Juanita and Hikaru's hand, sending her love to her husband and Master.
  
  She dug deep inside her, into that vast sea of love that her soul contained, found that part that loved her Master, and she channeled it. She focused on Bill, picturing his shaggy, sandy-brown hair, his earnest, green eyes, and the scraggly goatee that adorned his chin. She remembered the way his eyes would light up when he would look at her, how strong his hand felt and how much it stung when he spanked her ass. She remembered how he mastered her on the Commons of their college and made her his sex slave.
  
  She fed every last bit of love he had, trying to reach across the gulf of eternity to reach him.
  
  Juanita's hand bore down hard, almost crushing Rochelle's as her wife concentrated on sending her love. Hikaru's slim fingers squeezed and relaxed as she also cast out her love.
  
  I love you, Master. Come back to us. We miss you.
  
  "I missed you, too."
  
  His voice sounded so real, like he was standing before her. She opened her eyes and her Master did stand before her, naked and handsome, with blonde Cynthia pressed against his side.
  
  "I felt your love," Bill said, tears glistening in his eyes. "You led me home."