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quickly that need had grown.  I had always been a people pleaser, and this seemed like the ultimate pleasure.
    I felt so confused however.  My brain was a scattered mix of thoughts, with completely random ones frothing and bubbling to the surface, seemingly unbidden.  What was I going to do?
    Mr. Hendricks answered that question for me.  He strode over to me now, sensing my agitation, and embraced me firmly, a hand stroking my wet hair.  “ Madison has volleyball practice every Saturday, from 7 to 9 in the evening.  If you want to continue with this… exploration, come see me next week at that time.”
    “Yes, sir.”  I nodded as I spoke, and I knew I couldn’t possibly refuse him.

Chapter 6
     
    It was 8:45 when I left his house, and I felt like I was in a dream.  I was driving on a cloud as my car rolled through the coiled street of the wealthy neighborhood.  The last couple of hours had been the most wonderfully surreal ones in my short life, and I only wanted more.  I wanted more time with him.  With my master.
    As I had dressed myself, making ready to finally leave his house, he’d grabbed my shoulders once again, firmly, but not roughly.
    “I want to lay down some ground rules in this relationship,” he said in an authoritative voice.  I knew I would have no choice but to obey whatever rules he set for me.  “First,” he continued, “I am the one who will determine meeting dates and times.  If you want to visit with Madison , fine, but I will not interact with you at those times.
    “Second, I am your master.  You will address me as such, or as sir.  My word is law, and you must obey me.”  He stared at me sternly now, as I nodded silently.  I knew he was looking out for my best interests.  I was a stupid child, and sure to make mistakes if I was given any control at all.
    “Third, you are not to speak of this relationship with anyone.  I think you know why.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Fourth, you are to meet me here at 7pm , every Saturday night.  What’s your phone number?”
    I dutifully gave it to him.
    As he punched the number into his cell, he smiled.  “If there are other times we can meet, or if Madison ’s practice is ever cancelled, I will send you a text.  It’s your duty to make sure you read it.”
    “Yes, sir.”  I felt a small thrill every time I used that word.  He was my master.
    “Good.  Now I want you to go home .  If your parents ask where you’ve been, you now join Madison and watch her practice.”  He thought of everything, even the perfect excuse for me.
    And now I was agonizingly on my way home.  I wanted to do nothing more than stay with Mr. Hendricks for the rest of my life, but I knew I had to depart at some point .  But I would be back.
    I was hoping to not have to speak with my parents when I got home.  I didn’t want anything to pull me out of this lovely dream and back into reality.  But luck wasn’t on my side, and my father was at the kitchen table when I walked in the house.
    "Hey sweetie, where've you been?"  He didn't ask the question in an accusatory tone, but I felt accused nonetheless.
    "Hanging out with Maddie," I said defensively.  Maybe a little too defensively.
    "That's all?" he pressed.  I knew he was trying to push me for further answers, but he certainly wasn't as intimidating as Mr. Hendricks could be.  He was a sweet, soft man, short with blond thinning hair.  He had a round feminine face, and a slight frame.  He looked rather like a male version of myself, and that was understandable , as I was his blood .
    "Yeah, I continued, feeling slightly more confident.  I wasn't much of a liar, but my dad wasn't much of a sleuth.  "She asked me to come to practice with her, and I agreed.  That's all."
    "Ah, I see.  There's some dinner in the fridge, if you want it."  He went back to reading his book, sipping his tea.  Mom hated how he drank tea so late at night, and kept trying to pushing herbal blends on him, but he