Jon spent that evening with his harem. His last two girls came back after Karyn had left. Jon was lying on his bed, surrounded by naked, giggling girls. Not two hours ago, he had thought that he was the luckiest guy in school, one of the few to own a genuine harem.
One of the girls noticed that her master seemed depressed. It was Jeanette, dear Jeanette, with her brown eyes, chocolate colored hair, perfect figure and cute French accent. She was Jon's first harem girl and secretly his favorite. According to his memories, his Mom had purchased her from the pet store for Jon when master and harem girl were both 12 years old. Memories that, according to Karyn, were false.
"What is wrong, Master?" inquired his harem girl, cuddling up to her master. Intimacy always seemed to cheer master up.
"Nothing, sweetie," said Jon. "Something Karyn and I talked about."
"But you're sad, Master," said Jeanette. She looked up at him, eyes pleading. She needed her master to be happy. How could she and the other harem girls be happy unless thier master was happy? "Would you like sex, Master? I do so love it when you take me up my ass. Or would you prefer oral sex?" She snuggled up against her master, laying her head upon his naked chest.
"Not now, Jeanette," said Jon. "I just want to be with you girls."
"All right, Master," said Jeanette, her eyes tearing up. But Master was never to depressed for sex. Had she done something wrong? Was her master angry at her? She gradually fell asleep wondering what had happened to the beloved master to make him change like this.
