“It could happen.”
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The weekend slowed down. Some were too tired to play, others too discouraged. Lee, however spent every night and much of the days with Mistress Harper. I spent most mornings in the pool. I was approached by three different Dommes, but after a conversation, two long ones and one short, they decided I wasn’t suited for them.
On Tuesday, the ninth day of the twelve, I received a message from Vivienne.
We will talk tonight. Come to our RV at nine-thirty. Be dressed, but I’m told the term is Come Commando. Mistress Vivienne.
It was on Vale du Matin Vineyards Stationary with pictures of grapes all across the top and an address in France.
I knew she’d seen me under several different circumstances, but I wanted to make some sort of impression, so I washed the best
