Giggling softly, I felt Robs nice soft fingers rub my leg near the tag. Stunned at his next words when I hear the word 'sell'. Surely he can't mean that, there's gotta be some mistake, I mean buying and selling people, I mean, I'm blonde but even I know Master can't do that.....can he? I mean it's gotta be a joke.

Heart pounding, "Rob, there's another girl in the house, she called Happy. Subs thrashed her during the night. And she used the cattle prod on her and me. We were both screaming and crying." "Rob..." stammering the words out, "...please, please don't tell Ms. Nora or Subs I let you go." Near to tears I continue, "Please Rob, please don't tell. I won't say anything. I'll have to take Brutus back with me. I can't cross the black line and go to the upstairs rooms."

Standing up, I giggle softly and blush as Rob's fingers trail gently trail across my shoulders and breast. "Rob, we'd better go. I've got to go back by the paths, perhaps you had better sneak back across the grass. I promise, promise I'll convince Cook to give me extra food and drink if you can get to my rooms. I've gotta finish walking Brutus too." Bending over, I tie my laces carefully and click my bracelet to the big dogs lead and hoist my backpack up. I wait for Rob to disappear, and kneel in front of the dog. "Please Brutus....listen to me...." I see the dog tilt his head to one side, "I don't know if you can understand me or not....but please, please don't cross the black lines anywhere and please stay on the path". Giving Brutus one last hug I head for the door, with the big dog at my side.

With a deep breath I gently push the door to the tiled room open and step through, horrified that the tiled floor shows my wet prints from my girlie trainers. I freeze and ponder what to do. Hmm....hmmm...rummaging in my bag, I discover nothing of any use. Sighing I bend down and use my nice warm hooded top to try and wipe the floor clean. It's not good but it's the best I can do. Carefully, I turn the lights off and shut the outer door, Brutus stood nicely beside me.

An idea strikes me...so I carefully place lots of old leaves and stuff against the door and then let Brutus rummage in them for a bit. He seems to enjoy it and eventually I have to drag him back. Walking back to see Cook, I was sure, nearly positive I heard voices but in the semi-darkness and the rain I couldn't see anything. I could also see the soft lights marking out the posts that support the wires on top of the big wall marking the edges of the estate. Weirdly, I could swear I was being watched and despite spinning round, I couldn't see anything.

I was ever so glad to reach the back door of the kitchen, a nice warm santuary. Even Brutus seemed happy to be back. Now to convince cook that I need extra food. Seeing my reflection in the kitchen mirror, I start....my top is dirty and my trainers are mud spattered. Somehow I've managed to get a big streak of dirt on my left cheek and my hands and nails seem filthy. I've got to clean up.