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The lucky slave

I had been working a lot lately. I was working at a local restaurant as a waiter. I was young adult with a lot on my plate. I attended university and had a job on the side, trying to keep up with the monthly bills. The pay was fine, and I needed the money. I considered myself lucky with my job. It could have been so much worse. The only thing is, with university and work I very rarely had more than two days off in a row. If I did, I’d call it a vacation. In fact, I had one of those rare ‘vacations’ coming up. I was very much looking forward to it. Summer had just announced its arrival resulting in a shift in the weather. And the weather forecast looked great for my days off. I was already dreaming of reading, bathing, sunbathing and some light gaming as well, just to name a few.

Hey, I’m going home to my family from the 2nd of June till the 5th, you are more than welcome to come too. It’s been a while since we last met in person.

That’s what a texted I received one evening read. It was from a very good friend of mine. My best friend in fact. After having lived together for a couple of years she decided to move in with her boyfriend. I had in turn gotten a new roommate. She was very nice, but it was obviously not the same as living with my best friend. The dates in question happened to fit incredibly well with my days off. I had been looking forward to my own kind of relaxation at home, but the offer was enticing. Besides I figured there would be plenty of time and ...

... possibilities towards reading, bathing sunbathing etc. at her parents’ place. If I were to take Madeline up on the offer, I would need to sort out some way of getting there.

Madeline was my best friend. We became friends in high school when we ended up in the same class. We hit it off very well and kind of dated a little before both realizing that we’d rather just be friends. The dating part always felt a little forced. Almost as if, because we were friends of different genders, that it had to mean we should date. Our relationship matured and we learned that we were better off as friends. But the early days of our relation also lead to a lot of time spent at each other’s parents’ places. I therefor naturally knew her family very well. From all of her three siblings to both of her parents. I had even been with her family on their vacations around Europe.

I texted back and forth with her for a little before we had established a plan for how I would get to her parents’ place. I lived in a big city and had no car, so getting to her parents’ place out on the countryside was not all that simple. We figured out a way that I could get a lift and thus it was confirmed that I would go. I had some long days leading up to my little vacation so the little time I had while not at free time I had was spent packing my things. Friday finally came and I was picked up by Madeline’s little brother Sebastian who had gotten old enough to drive. The drive was about three hours, and me not having ...