Tales From Subspace

Part 52 Adam

ADAM

The rest of the week passed in a flash of pleasurable lassitude.  She was left
at home to wait for our return.  Allowed to do anything but swim.. I didn't want
her to drown while we were away.  She had dinner waiting for us when we got
home.  Salads, and wine opened, breathing on the counter.  She never drank any
of it before hand.  She knelt quietly by my feet, or Jay's feet.  Letting us
feed her.  Touch her, place the food on her tongue.  Give her sips of wine or
water.  She seemed happy.  Me and Jay passing her back and forth for the night. 
Her exhausted on her pallet at the foot of the bed, when we finally stopped. 
That had been Jay's idea.  He had read it somewhere, and had always wanted to do
it for a slave, if he got one.   Anne never protested it.

The week ended too fast, and Jay and I promised to discuss asking her to move in
with us.  She would be a perfect addition to our household if she could be
persuaded to join us.