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                                Chapter Nineteen: Tainted Memories

They lay there for a few hours, reveling in their warmth; Caleb thought that this moment should never end but he had to get up soon, he had plans in the attic.  He needed to find an old sword of his that he was going to loan to an acquaintance from Erotic Nightshade, as he got up to leave the room Ophelia got up with him and threw her arms around him enveloping him in a kiss

"I'm sorry master" she said "So, so sorry"

"About what my pet?" he returned the embrace feeling the warmth of her skin,  and slowly running his fingers over her body.

"About, everything really; I haven't been that great of a pet and you picked me didn't even pay for me, didn't treat me like a whore, treated me like a princess and how do I repay you? By cheating on you, by not being there for you when you need me" she slipped from his grasp "by being a slut like my mother"

He grabbed her and kissed her with passion "I never want to hear those words come out of your mouth my dear; you are not like your mother.  Least of all you are not a slut."
She cried against his shoulder and he could do nothing but stand there he picked her up and carried her down the stairs with her still crying on his shoulder they sat down on the couch in the living room.  Sure he had things to do but this was the first time in a long time that they had talked and it not been an argument or tense so he let her spill her guts with her memories.

She talked in very fast words, reiterating the fact that her dad was abusive but revealing the fact that her mother had cheated on him early in the relationship.  Not only that but, she cheated openly in front of her kids, she and her sisters knew it, and if they didn't keep quiet they were beat for it.  There were nights, that the details got sketchy.  All she ever knew was mistrust and dishonesty; her mother had taught her to use her body, she was lucky she even made it this far with her virginity intact.  Caleb listened with somber thoughts.  The girl had much the same upbringing he had, no his mother was not a cheat but she didn't love his father for the right reasons, that didn't make the house much happier.  He stroked her hair ever so gently finally saying after she was done "Sweetie, you aren't your mother.  Yes, our relationship hasn't been the best; we didn't meet under normal circumstances but your story isn't much different from many of the people who practice in this lifestyle."

She nodded and said, "But I should treat you as a god amongst men"

He laughed at that "Me, a god amongst men? Sweetie I don't know who you're looking at but I ain't god amongst men"

"But, but you're my master.  You took me from the pet shop you've nurtured me in this, I should treat you like that"

"Yeah, some people think that way", Caleb made an off hand gesture, "But really the thing you have to remember is the fact that you are a pet, not a slave.  You don't answer for everything that goes on; yes you must not go around playing with guys when I haven't given you permission.  Just like no master is supposed to approach you about playing without approaching me first."
She nodded listening intently as he continued "But a lot of masters don't see it that way, a lot of masters see it as the world is theirs to control and mold; so of course you will get tempted. The key thing you have to learn is not to give in to those temptations"

They sat there for the longest in silence, the only motions were her nuzzling his chest and him stroking her hair, finally it was broken by him speaking up

"If it hadn't of been for my dad, I wouldn't be standing here today.  The thing was my sister was murdered by a serial killer; one they never caught, and so my mom blamed me for her death because I was supposed to be watching her." He let out a soft sigh, "in a way I guess she's right; if I hadn't of been off with my friend at the time chasing some skirt, she would still be here; but, how was I supposed to know he'd choose her? That is why my mom hates me, and sees every girl I date in awful light."

"Yet I'm not awful master?" she said intently listening to his heart as she rested on his chest

"No you're not, none of the people I let around me are awful; I don't let people like that into my life, it's why my mother has limited contact with me."

He felt rather than saw her smile.  That was one of the qualities he liked in her along with most of her personality and her willingness to learn.

Caleb never made it to the attic that day; he wouldn't make it up there for several days as he got pulled in three different directions by Ophelia, Demeter, or work.  Not that it mattered, the person who asked for the sword had said there was no rush but there was part of him that felt bad for making him wait.

When he finally made it up there and started moving stuff around, he didn't realize how cluttered it was; he had a lot of stuff from his past in here, photos of old friends he didn't talk to a box of long forgotten love correspondence between him and several of his ex girlfriends that dated back to his freshman year in high school.  One of his oldest skate boards and another of his karate uniforms; yes Caleb was a skilled martial artist not that you could tell, he had not kept up with his skills in a long time, but the muscle memory of training had yet to wear off. When he moved the old uniform a picture fell out of his pocket he looked at it and almost burst into tears, it was a picture of Jayne and his father that he had always loved; as he stood there staring at it was like all the defenses he had built up over the past few weeks had come crashing down, first he felt sadness, then anger, then anxiety and then it all boiled into one and he started shaking with emotion.  He came down the stairs and opened the fridge looking for something anything to dull his senses then he remembered that he had nothing and couldn't stop the tears from forming, he sat down and just let it out.

"She speaks whispers in my brain, woven circles of blame" he mumbled remembering a lost poem of his that was probably up there.  The poem talked about the fact that he was haunted by his sister's ghost, not in the way you would think, but in none the less a way that still remained etched in him; regret that was the word that most suited it.  For no matter how much he tried to run from it he still regretted leaving her that day, and for something so damned frivolous!

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                                Chapter Nineteen: Tainted Memories

They lay there for a few hours, reveling in their warmth; Caleb thought that this moment should never end but he had to get up soon, he had plans in the attic.  He needed to find an old sword of his that he was going to loan to an acquaintance from Erotic Nightshade, as he got up to leave the room Ophelia got up with him and threw her arms around him enveloping him in a kiss

"I'm sorry master" she said "So, so sorry"

"About what my pet?" he returned the embrace feeling the warmth of her skin,  and slowly running his fingers over her body.

"About, everything really; I haven't been that great of a pet and you picked me didn't even pay for me, didn't treat me like a whore, treated me like a princess and how do I repay you? By cheating on you, by not being there for you when you need me" she slipped from his grasp "by being a slut like my mother"

He grabbed her and kissed her with passion "I never want to hear those words come out of your mouth my dear; you are not like your mother.  Least of all you are not a slut."
She cried against his shoulder and he could do nothing but stand there he picked her up and carried her down the stairs with her still crying on his shoulder they sat down on the couch in the living room.  Sure he had things to do but this was the first time in a long time that they had talked and it not been an argument or tense so he let her spill her guts with her memories.

She talked in very fast words, reiterating the fact that her dad was abusive but revealing the fact that her mother had cheated on him early in the relationship.  Not only that but, she cheated openly in front of her kids, she and her sisters knew it, and if they didn't keep quiet they were beat for it.  There were nights, that the details got sketchy.  All she ever knew was mistrust and dishonesty; her mother had taught her to use her body, she was lucky she even made it this far with her virginity intact.  Caleb listened with somber thoughts.  The girl had much the same upbringing he had, no his mother was not a cheat but she didn't love his father for the right reasons, that didn't make the house much happier.  He stroked her hair ever so gently finally saying after she was done "Sweetie, you aren't your mother.  Yes, our relationship hasn't been the best; we didn't meet under normal circumstances but your story isn't much different from many of the people who practice in this lifestyle."

She nodded and said, "But I should treat you as a god amongst men"

He laughed at that "Me, a god amongst men? Sweetie I don't know who you're looking at but I ain't god amongst men"

"But, but you're my master.  You took me from the pet shop you've nurtured me in this, I should treat you like that"

"Yeah, some people think that way", Caleb made an off hand gesture, "But really the thing you have to remember is the fact that you are a pet, not a slave.  You don't answer for everything that goes on; yes you must not go around playing with guys when I haven't given you permission.  Just like no master is supposed to approach you about playing without approaching me first."
She nodded listening intently as he continued "But a lot of masters don't see it that way, a lot of masters see it as the world is theirs to control and mold; so of course you will get tempted. The key thing you have to learn is not to give in to those temptations"

They sat there for the longest in silence, the only motions were her nuzzling his chest and him stroking her hair, finally it was broken by him speaking up

"If it hadn't of been for my dad, I wouldn't be standing here today.  The thing was my sister was murdered by a serial killer; one they never caught, and so my mom blamed me for her death because I was supposed to be watching her." He let out a soft sigh, "in a way I guess she's right; if I hadn't of been off with my friend at the time chasing some skirt, she would still be here; but, how was I supposed to know he'd choose her? That is why my mom hates me, and sees every girl I date in awful light."

"Yet I'm not awful master?" she said intently listening to his heart as she rested on his chest

"No you're not, none of the people I let around me are awful; I don't let people like that into my life, it's why my mother has limited contact with me."

He felt rather than saw her smile.  That was one of the qualities he liked in her along with most of her personality and her willingness to learn.

Caleb never made it to the attic that day; he wouldn't make it up there for several days as he got pulled in three different directions by Ophelia, Demeter, or work.  Not that it mattered, the person who asked for the sword had said there was no rush but there was part of him that felt bad for making him wait.

When he finally made it up there and started moving stuff around, he didn't realize how cluttered it was; he had a lot of stuff from his past in here, photos of old friends he didn't talk to a box of long forgotten love correspondence between him and several of his ex girlfriends that dated back to his freshman year in high school.  One of his oldest skate boards and another of his karate uniforms; yes Caleb was a skilled martial artist not that you could tell, he had not kept up with his skills in a long time, but the muscle memory of training had yet to wear off. When he moved the old uniform a picture fell out of his pocket he looked at it and almost burst into tears, it was a picture of Jayne and his father that he had always loved; as he stood there staring at it was like all the defenses he had built up over the past few weeks had come crashing down, first he felt sadness, then anger, then anxiety and then it all boiled into one and he started shaking with emotion.  He came down the stairs and opened the fridge looking for something anything to dull his senses then he remembered that he had nothing and couldn't stop the tears from forming, he sat down and just let it out.

"She speaks whispers in my brain, woven circles of blame" he mumbled remembering a lost poem of his that was probably up there.  The poem talked about the fact that he was haunted by his sister's ghost, not in the way you would think, but in none the less a way that still remained etched in him; regret that was the word that most suited it.  For no matter how much he tried to run from it he still regretted leaving her that day, and for something so damned frivolous!