I wrote previously about my reaction to slaves who spend a lot of time talking about their wants. I talked about how their wants should match their Masters. But, I also know that slaves have needs. I was trained as a sensualist. I no longer want great physical stimulation. I need it. Without it, part of me will die. I have struggled with holding onto that part of me. The part of me who would smile with pride with the marks that my Masters left upon my body. That part of me is dying. That part of "boy" is dying. But, I'm afraid to tell him goodbye. I don't know if that Masters ever want to see him again. Or shall I become the "son" and "lover" that the Masters are currently demanding upon me?

I had put an entry on my 360 page, stating to ask ME a question. Any question. The one that got posted was "Imagine, you knew some Arabian Prince and he gave you a 17 year old slave as a 'present', innocent and willing to learn anything, what would you teach him to do? :-)"

I had a Nintendo Wii. I traded in over 60 games at GameStop to get a credit of over $400 to be able to afford the Wii. I stood in line outside the EBGames in Delaware, seventh in line, awaiting the UPS shipment in hopes of getting the Wii. WIth only six Wiis delivered, I quickly drove down US-23 to a GameStop. Their shipment hadn't arrived yet. So, I waited again. After two hours and a crowd of over fifteen, the shipment arrived. I was second in line, so if the store was getting Wiis, I was going to get mine. The store had gotten only three Wiis. Success!!! My perserverence, hard work and patience had prevailed. But, then, strange things happened.

I am the the wind in the pines in late December,
I am the shadow under the full moon.
I am the whisper above the leaves and,
the morning star that wakes the lovers
I am the teacher who has lived a thousand years,
shed a billion tears.
I am a rock contemplating an eternity of tomorrows.
I am the dream who takes those who cant dream,
to places only dreamt of.
And I am the river beneath the desert,

The attached is a copy of a letter written to my employer while assigned to assist one of his clients. Transcribed 9/2/6, removing specific names of people and businesses. A whimsical essay. Enjoy

Master Robert