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. But my sister is right; titles are
not often used here. 'Mistress' one never hears... other than as a term of
affection to a woman you have gifted with your carnal love. So there is no need
to call me 'Mistress Minerva'... until you choose to gift me with that boon.
When you do. If you do." Right across the plate! I almost failed to lay a bat on
it. Minerva seemed so modest, meek, and mild that she took me by surprise.
Teena gave me time in which to regroup. "Minnie, don't try to hustle him
right out from under me. He's mine."
"Better ask Hazel. Better yet, ask him."
"Dickie boy! Tell her!" "What can I tell her, Teena? You haven't settled it
with
Hazel and my Uncle Jock. But in the meantime-" I contrived to bow to
Minerva as well as one can from bed and handicapped by a spinal block. "Dear
lady, your words do me great honor. But, as you know, I am at present physically
immobilized, unable to share in such delights. In the meantime may we take the
wish for the deed?"
"Don't you dare call her 'Mistress'!"
"Sister, behave yourself. Sir, you may indeed call me 'Mistress.' Or, as
you say, we can treat the wish for the deed and wait until a later time. Your
therapy will take time."
"Ah, yes. So it will." I glanced at the little maple, no longer quite so
little. "How long have I been here? I must already have run up quite a bill
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