Vanessa smiled mischievously, sprawled on the cool clean white covers of her bed. She picked up the cordless phone and dialled his number, knowing that he would likely be asleep. This would be a good test for him.

The phone rang and rang and rang again. Then, he picked up. His irritated, sleep befuddled voice came across the headset, "What the HELL do you want at 4 in the morning?! Call back later!!" The phone clicked violently as if he'd slammed the receiver down.

Unfazed, she took out a small black notebook and made a small mark in it. Then, she phoned again.

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He'd been roused from a deep sleep by the shrill ring of the phone beside the bed. He answered the phone, then turned over to go back to sleep. Not even half a minute later, the phone rang again. He groaned and reached for the phone again. With a theatrical sigh, he growled, "I SAID call back in the morning!" He was about to put the phone down again, but something made him pause a moment, then ask, "Who is this anyway?"

To his profound dismay, a silky sweet female voice answered him, "Mark dear, you need to learn some manners when answering the phone. Come to my place tomorrow evening at 6pm. I have guests over, and you will be part of the entertainment."

Mark gulped and replied in a near-whisper, "But I have plans and ..

"If you have plans, cancel them. I'm only having this party once." she cut him off smoothly, "And that's a second mark by your name. Back door tonight in your usual attire."

"Who is coming to the party?" asked Mark in a worried tone of voice. He was intensely shy about this part of his life and he never talked about it much to friends or family.

Vanessa's voice snapped, "My friends. It's no concern of yours. Your job is to serve and obey. That's another mark for questioning my choice of friends. Anything else you'd care to add?" she asked sarcastically. At his silence, she finished, "I'll see you tonight then. 6 pm sharp!"

Defeated, Mark hung his head, "Yes, mistress."

He gently laid the phone back on its cradle. Why did he always have to talk before he thought things through? Now his plans for the night would have to be changed. He'd call Bryan in the morning. Tomorrow, he wouldn't get much sleep for sure, he might as well get some sleep now.

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She sat back and looked disappointedly at the three marks by her boy's name. He'd been doing so well this past week, not a single mark by his name, until now. She placed the notebook on the bedside table and turned off the lamp. Tomorrow would be a long and interesting day.

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to be continued...



did you read that right? Mo's actually going to continue a story? why yes! it's your lucky day... Mo appears to have the rest of this little story planned out, and will be slowly put on the computer!