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Tabula Rasa (con’t) – Days 10 & 11

Day 10


She could see how tense and worried I was as we sat down to breakfast.

“Someone slipped,” she said right away, her tone teasing.

“I stopped myself!” I protested petulantly.

This was met with icy silence. Her beautiful face became the picture of disdain. “You are quite the special little boy, aren’t you?” she chided sarcastically. “I offered you any reward you want… Any. Reward.” On these last two words she leaned over to bring her body within inches of mine, so as to underscore the generosity of her terms. “Now you expect to set the rules too. How wonderful to be you.” Read more…

Tabula Rasa (con’t) Day 8 & 9

Day 8



She came for breakfast this morning. I had been dreading seeing her, and was indeed very uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. I took my seat at the table and sat mutely, eyes downcast as she laid out the food.

“Why so glum?” she asked.

“I’m ashamed,” I answered. Read more…


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