Later that evening I exit the backdoor coffee and toast in hand, expecting to hear some reaction to my presence from the bin, but when I look to my right the bin was gone, along with its female contents I presumed. Shortly Mai appears and joins me. She holds out a neatly folded piece of paper to me, which I take. Before I can open it Mai says.
“I removed the rather disgusting garbage from inside of the bin and took her to the shower in the slave quarters, instructing her to clean up and then write in some detail a letter for your attention.”
‘The paper I now hold I realise.
“So where is the rubbish presently?”
“She has just left for now, I sent her off naked to get dressed at her car and then to go home to recover from her ordeal, once of course she had provided the letter.”
“I though
