Chapter Ten
Multiplication
On Friday night, after Paul and Kat had finished supper, Meg arrived, slipping in naked from the back yard, her blouse and skirt draped over her arm. “May I hang up my clothes, Master?” she asked.
“Of course, slave,” Paul allowed. “We’ve already eaten. Would you like something?”
“No, Master. I grabbed something at my desk. I’ll just have a glass of whatever you are drinking,” she replied, as she headed upstairs.
“And what do you think that might be?” Kat asked, laughing.
When Meg came back downstairs, Paul handed her a flute of Bollinger. Kat was already seated on the sofa. “Have a seat, slave,” Paul said, gesturing toward the couch. “I have something I want to discuss with both of you.” Meg sat down next to Kat, but not too close. The feel of the cold leat
