"The meeting droned on and on, It felt, like you had been there for hours. You didn't even know what they were talking about, but you did not care. Master Andrews sat at the head of the table, leaned black against the chair arms crossed over his chest... and you...his favorite slave, sat under the table at his feet where you always sat. Your arms wrapped lazily against his knee. Occasionally his long well-groomed hands would come down, and struck the top of your head"