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Published by Stroker Chase at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 by Stroker Chase

Cover Model: Laurie Foster

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The Master and His Slaves

The bus came to a halt, the doors screeched open, and I got up out of my seat.

Look at that ass!”

I turned and glanced at the kid who had said it. He was a jock type, definitely not my type, unless it came with some intelligence, which this unfortunately did not. They always gave the best looking guys the dumbest brains. Nature’s cruel trick.

I hoped my glance would be enough, but from another seat came another holler. “Yeah, baby!”

I sighed, pressing my books closer to my breasts, and headed out the door. My bus driver just gave me a look that said, “Sorry.”

That was the typical mating call of guys my age. What they didn’t realize is that a girl wants to be romanced. Sure, I’d love to be degraded and controlled, but there would be all the time in the world for that with someone I liked.

It was a cool autumn day and my path was down a winding street that lead to my house. It was quite beautiful, yet I still felt so lonely. While all the other girls in my grade were busy with their boyfriends, I was left alone.

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