the doorway. "You need to decide if you are my slave or not." Barbara was stunned. Slave? That was just sex talk. Mark said nothing more. She so wanted to be held in his arms. He radiated strength. He looked great in his pattern shirt and short shorts. Couldn't he just relax? They could start off exactly where they had left off two nights ago. "Mark. Stop that. I came over to visit. You are being rude." He began to close the door on her. "What are you doing?" Barbara