“Ready for another thrilling day of slavery?”
“Whatever you decree, Goddess Carrie.”
Though they both spoke low, the others were roused. Tara sat up and stretched while Julie squeezed him lovingly. She snuggled deeper and called out querulously like a child.
“Mama I don’t want to go to school! The teacher’s mean and he picks on me!”
Everyone laughed. Tara actually crowed. “Thank God we’re done with that forever! You’ll never get me in a classroom again.”
“Unless it’s strictly the kinky kind,” purred Carrie. “That was fun the other night.”
There was more laughter, more yawning and stretching and petting of the imprisoned professor. After a relatively tame evening spent at home no one was hung over or even very lethargic. Still they lounged about like spoiled kids, with no one motivate
