“Where’s the bed?”
I pointed to the corner. He looked at me rather funny.
“I’m a slave, the same as you. I had to earn the apartment by proper performance.”
Finally we went into the den where Mistress sat reading a magazine.
“Wine, Mistress.”
“Yes, Bobbi. A white this afternoon.”
I went and got the wine while she talked to Tommy.
That evening I fixed dinner and served them.
“Don’t you eat?” he asked curiously.
“I eat after Mistress Vivian has finished.”
They ate and then I picked up the dishes. Mistress went into the den with her coffee. I scraped Tommy’s plate onto Mistress’s plate and ate what was left. Tommy watched me but never said a word. He put the dishes in the dishwasher while I cleaned up everything else.
We just sat around and talked in my room until it was time for
