<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/>The ring sparkles on Mistress's finger.  It is wonderful to know that she wants it, and that I was able to put it there. I wonder if I too am a thing she wants.  That would feel even better.<br/><br/>She speaks, telling me that I should get to know Amanda better.  Of course that must be true, I think, as the cab whisks us away, to some destination apparently known by not spoken.<br/><br/>"Yes, Mistress," is all that seem appropriate to say.