A now familiar gasp behind me tells me that Sheila followed me in. I spin on her, my anger all too easily rising once again. Her eyes are roving the expansive inside of my car, but as soon as I speak, her brown eyes subserviently look at me. "Where I'm going, I don't think you want to follow," I state, not wanting to reveal. . . . What? What do I consider Becky and Lisa's house? My harem? I don't like that thought, but I can't replace it with a better one.
Ondine and Areth enter my car, and they both take one look at me, before heading to the back of the vehicle, where the bed is, leaving my somewhat alone with my slave.
