Annabel hated the fact that Mackie showed up in her dreams more often than before. She found it hard to believe that he flirted with one and ran after another.

How much more of a Playboy could he be?.

She thought as she laid there cold and half clothed with her Master sleeping so soundly that she could hear him snore.

The moon was out and it meant it was time for her to sleep. She was certain he would show up again.

How was she supposed to let him go when he kept showing up in her dreams whenever she was sick? How was she supposed to let him...