Walking many hours later, unaware of where I am, I sneek into the kitchen to get a late night drink of water. As I turn around to go back into the room, MasterMike is standing there. "Who gave you permission to leave my room" he demands. While shuttering some kind of edible excuse(which none came out), I lowered my eyes and appoligze. MasterMike then orders me to march right back into his room so he can give me a spanking for leaving without permission.Originally Posted by Mastermike