“Charon, shit” I thought sipping my scotch controlling my wince at the strong taste, “What did I get myself into, how’d I end up with the ferryman, erm woman in this case. I’m not particularly into women, fun once and awhile but only when there is some meat present. She was beautiful enough for my liking but when she said she was a history professor here, something was up. Being a history major, I had never taken a class with her, never seen her around the department.” I glanced at Master Lars to gage a reaction but saw nothing “I decided to let that slide” I jumped a little when Mistress Charon asked my name, “Jocelyn” I quietly reply, the effects of the scotch are starting to sink in as I smile at all the wonderful things I know my new Master and Mistress can do to my body, and all the things I can do for them. I down the drink, allowing the taste to snap me back into the conversation.