<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/k872lq.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Calvin Luther</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Adam<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">           </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>Five minutes, that doesn't seem like long at all.  My eyes seem trapped on Mistress, and it hardly occurs to me to look out the car windows as we zoom along to our destination.  This car travel seems so much more direct and simple than the trains and planes I have been on lately.<br/><br/>Her words are somewhat confusion... Am I to obey this new woman Amanda, and through that obedience please Mistress?  Or am I to resist?  I am sure it will become more clear as time goes on.  Being obedient, being a good pet.... she makes that sound very exciting indeed.<br/><br/>"Yes, Mistress," I respond with an eager smile.