Juliah paced for three hours in her chamber before Carter returned with Michael.
“Milady,” Anna voiced, “you will wear out the carpet. Why are you so nervous?”
Anna was dressed in a cotton ankle length dress with spaghetti straps. A pair of Ballerina Slippers surrounded her tiny feet. They were the same color as her dress.
“AAAH, wait until you see him without most of his clothing on. Hmm!” She licked her lips.
“Milady,” Anna chuckled.
“Oh, I know.”
“Raging hormones,” Anna said as she turned to leave the room.
There was a knock at the door. “It is about time. Michael go take off your clothing! Carter a word with you.” She stepped into the hall. The door was closed behind her. “Well!” She ordered.
“It will be seven days for the test results to return. The only physical problems I found were some really deep whip marks on his back. The small ones, I put cream on. They will heal soon. The deeper ones I stitched. The stitches will come out as the wounds heal. There will be some scarring and severe itching. He knows this.”
“I knew about those; you said problems.”
“Oh yes, of course, he is physically fatigued. Masters don’t seem to care that men are flesh and blood not machines.”
“That is true,” she said thoughtfully.
“Thank you Carter. Let me know as soon as those results are in.” She started to walk away.
“Milady,” Carter called.
“Yes,” she turned.
“I said problems. There is something wrong with his lower back.
“What do you mean something?”
“I’m not sure. I will confer with Dr. Zabane to find out more. I didn’t tell him about this because I didn’t want to alarm him.”
“Thank you.”
Carter walked away.
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