Who's there?

I was in a rather good mood this afternoon. I had spent the night before being a lazy bit of fluff with Portia and living vicariously though her new found happiness. This new Master has her in white silks, couldn't you just die? Ar has never seen a dirtier slutalicious girl as Portia and there she is.. in white silks! Still, I was pleased to have her company. There is often much competition between slaves but friendship is good too. sometimes though the way she looks at me.. I think she feels bad for me. I wish she didn't.

So I was happy when I brought Eliza her luncheon. I set the little tray of tea cakes and fruit on the table before her, the room was thick with the scent of her perfume. I wondered how she could afford that scent still, imported from Schendi, when she could not afford to pay her taxes. I had purchased the perfume on several occasions and knew it cost more then a set of good robes would have. Too.. I could not help but feel angry with her wayward spending.

I was hungry.

Lunch in the house is always the same. I kneel in silence and listen to the smacking of her lips as she eats. Sometimes if she is feeling kind, she will talk to me. Useless gossip and chatter. Even more rare is when she asks me to tell her a story, some little tidbit to make her laugh. She likes it best when it is me she can laugh at.

Today though there would be no stories for no sooner had the meal been served that a loud and heavy knock came at the door. Eliza and I both froze and looked at each other. I saw fear in my Mistress' gaze today. We both knew who was behind that knock.

The tax man had come back.