I woke up the next morning hugging Agnes. For a split second I was confused until details of last night flooded my memory.

What had I done?

I had let passion rule over common sense and had taken advantage of my slave.

I disentangled myself from her body and dressed her as quickly and gently as I could. I felt like a bad person. Clearly, Agnes had not been in control of her senses yesterday; I should have known better than to make out with her.

We had gotten far but there had been no ...