“Yes, sir,” I answer meekly.
He gives me one last reproving stare, then turns and walks out. A cheery George is at his side, already chattering away, business as usual.
***
George left late today. I hardly bothered to say goodbye, and I was very relieved when he finally hopped into his Mercedes and roared off.
The master and I are left on our own… just Ian around, but he’s as comfortable as an old shoe and, as usual, he’ll keep to himself.
These are the best days. The turmoil of George’s visit has passed. Benjamin and I rehearse the play as we have before. We drink wine in the garden, eat the harvest we’ve gleaned, and f**k and screw and make love like new lovers. I’m still his slave, but it’s more about s*x now than it is about keeping his house groomed to perfection. I can’t imagin
