Chapter Two

This blog is rated M for Mature readers. I will not say that anyone can not read this but if you have an issue with the somewhat adult subject matter remember that you where warned. ENJOY.

Yes, Adam IS hitting on me AGAIN!

Adam - What is your problem?

Adam - There are plenty of women who want to be with me.

Me - Great, good for you. Go play grab ass with one of them!

Needless to say that gets me slapped.

Now to make dinner.

I chop the ingredients. 

  As I am chopping,  I start to fantasize about using my kitchen knife to cut Adam, particularly in a few choice areas. 3:D

I'd never actually do it though, but I do like the idea.

After I finish making their dinner, I set it on the counter outside my door. They grab their food in order, as if their chain of command. My master is first, of course.

Followed by Grant, his trust I have. Some might even say we are friends. It's thanks to him I have a bed, I used to sleep on the couch.

Eathon next.

 And then Adam, who of course had to throw a glance my way as I waited for them all to grab a plate, so I could take the serving dish. Ian was last (thought I got a pic of him too, guess not).

There is one serving left as I put the leftovers in the fridge and pull out last night's leftovers for myself, I will have this tomorrow.

I can't eat what they are, but they've never said I can't have the leftovers. I eat well this way.

EWW! How did I let this thing get so disgusting? 

After dinner and cleaning the stove, I jump on one of the treadmills, unlike the training dummy I am allowed to use this. I wasn't in the past, but Adam's sick attraction to me actually paid off when I pointed out I need to keep my little body tight somehow.

My bare feet hurt and make it harder to walk, then I slip, letting out a whimper as the track of the treadmill scraps against my legs while I try to pull my self up. Behind me I can hear one of them, Ian, laugh at my pain.