And so, it is Valentine´s Day, and who would I spend it with except my Master and Michael?
“Charlotte," says my Master. “You look like trouble, trying to find somewhere to happen."
I suck in my cheeks, trying not to giggle. I´ve always detested giggling girls and am determined not to be one of them. But behind me, I hear a low chuckle from the rear seat of the car.
Michael places a hand on my shoulder. “He´s right, Charlotte," he says quietly. “What are you thinking about?"
I turn to see his face, smiling. “What do you think I´m thinking about, Michael?"
He grins. “Aaahhhh... Good."
I wonder where we are going this time; my Master, with his dark, lean saturnine looks and a voice like wild silk. And Michael, stocky, muscular, blond, my Golden Angel, who loves me.
“So, what are we do
