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Suitcases packed in the back of the car, we head for my Master’s beach house. No one else. Not even Ross driving. Just me and my Master. Celebrating our honeymoon. Alone Time with him. It’s precious. Alone TimeSteering one-handedly, he glances sidelong, lays a hand on my thigh. “Elizabeth? You’re very quiet.” “I’m perfect, Master. A few days with you in a beach house. How much better could it be?” His smile blooms and the thigh gets a squeeze. I watch the world go by as we skirt the City on the belt. “How long a drive is it?” “A couple of hours from the City,” he says. “I had it built as my…” He rocks his hand, choosing his words… “… hideaway. For privacy and to escape uninvited guests. I chose a location that would take me far enough away from the City that I can’t be casually ca