Peeling one sleepy eye open, Darren glanced over at the clock. Upon realizing the time he shot straight up from bed, it was almost dinner time. Neither his journal nor his exercise had been done and he’d missed breakfast. Mistress wasn’t going to be at all happy with him. His feet had just hit the floor when he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. Turning he saw Mistress in the doorway. Rushing to her, he knelt in shame.

“Stand boy and fear not. You have done no wrong. I chose to let you and Kim sleep in late as you both did exceptionally well last night. I have been thinking, perhaps the debt you made with me had to high a price tag on it. This is something we will discuss once you are dressed. Now I’m going to my room, dress and join me.”said Mistress with a tone of uncertainty in her voice.

The word’s Mistress has spoken rang in Darren’s ears. What did she mean? Hastily he dressed and ran to her room. When she opened the door, a look of sadness was on her face as she ushered him inside. Seating herself on the edge of the bed she looked down into Darren’s eyes as he knelt there silently.

“Boy, in the beginning I judged you poorly.