Alpina's blog post - Really, Really Awkward, indeed

Let's face it: I had hoped for a wonderful, if possible uncomplicated relationship with Phillip - and I felt my dreams vanish. What was this beautiful young girl doing here, who moved in his flat with so much familiarity? Who seemed to be some kind of a servant, a house slave even. What was it that bound her to Phillip? I of course had to think of things I had read here in the blogs - Slutsrus and how she is her Masters slave. Why would Phillip want me to meet his slave? There could only be one reason - and I didn't like it at all.

Phillip just smiled when I declared outright that if he wanted a relationship with me, he would have to decide - she or me. "Oh, my little Alpine Flower", he said, "so possessive? So intolerant? I had always thought possessiveness was what you most abhorred."

Here I was - idiot me, beaten with my own weapon. Had I always been just indifferent, and not unpossessive as I had thought? Now as it mattered, I was like all others, even worse so? I wanted him alone, alone, alone.

"You will have to put up with Angelika", and his grin turned definitely a little evil. I wanted Phillip, with every fibre in my yearning body, but share him with another woman - a younger, more beautiful woman .... like always in such a situation tears welled up in my eyes ...

"You will have to put up with Angelika if you want me," Phillip repeated, "because she is - my daughter."