I am getting ready to head out on the boat! Great weather today, cannot wait to do some water skiing….. hope to see some dolphins! What a great day I have planned with my girlfriends

Being a slave to a slave has it’s perks…. like the assignments i get to give out. This slave wrote me a poem after he had the audacity to use big words, sounding pompous and arogant. I do believe he has learned his lesson. His poem to me is very sweet.

For some her love’s but a gentle thing

And they dream of her touch, soft as a breeze,

Her skin like fine shot silken dreams

and her voice ecstatic strains.

Other men, confused, feel passion’s heat,

Slippery with her sweat, and call it love

Base, crude and yet still glorious,

Hot blood pounding in their veins.

But for me, love wanders further fields,

Under unknown trees, ‘midst the flowers strange

A song indeed, accompanied

By the music of my chains.