After a long sleep, I blink once, twice, and open my eyes. Realizing that I am ona comfortable bed, whether or not it is my own, I allow myself to fall back to sleep, for how long I do not know. Finally, I awake again. This time, I am able to remain so. My head is still throbbing, but I force myself to my feet. The stone is cold underneath my bare soles. My ribs ache. I check the pockets of my cargo shorts. Empty. I must have taken a beating. That's right, I did take a beating, from my giantess cousin. How humiliating.

I open the door to the bedchamber that I am in a fraction of an inch and look out. No sign of anyone, but I can hear voices from down the hall: Marigay, Michael, and one I don't recognize, feminine, but without a clear accent.

I wipe the sleep from my eyes and stumble down the corridor to teh castle's main hall. As I approach, I get my first look at the new arrival. 'Man, she's hot,' I think to msyelf, 'she's going to look so good in a slave collar, sitting naked at my feet.'

I approach the gathering, looking perhaps a little out of place in my bare feet, cargo shorts, and ratty STP t-shirt. I extend my hand to the blonde chick. "Jason Speed, nice to meet you."