… Caitlin was still kneeling in her position of submission and servitude. She was still patiently awaiting orders regarding what she was to do around the Dungeon.

She shifted uncomfortably on the cold hard floor, trying to ease the pain and discomfort in her knees. She was sure this was going to bring an early onset of arthritis. She grumbled miserly to herself.

Darkgirl had prepared and arranged a succulent feast, and the table overflowed with mouth watering tastes. The aromatic smell wafered lazily through the air, and Caitlin couldn’t help but smell the spread that was laid not far from where she knelt. Mmmm Caitlin hadn’t eaten since the day before and her taste buds started to water.

While Mobius and Master Mike was distracted momentarily by Dr Phil, and Darkgirl wasn’t looking, Caitlin decided she just might sneak a nibble from the table. Mmmm. Darkgirl’s cooking tasted just as good as it looked. She was tempted to try another piece. Her stomach growled for more.