Oh, I have been a bad girl. It’s easy to come to that conclusion the second I step inside my dimly lit living room. No sounds come from anywhere in the house. Instinctively I find myself gripping the leather of my purse a little bit harder. When this is the scenario I come into when I arrive home, I can be sure that I made something to upset my master. And he hates it when I’m clueless about the ways I’ve displeased him....