Rigel has messed up pretty badly, has she not? You should really read the previous two chapters before you read this one. They will help make things actually make some form of sense. I like forms of sense.
“We need to talk.” Rigel accosted Sadie when classes were done. Sadie noticed that she’d taken the time to shower and get changed, not to mention finish the class, so clearly the ‘need to talk’ wasn’t all that great.
Tank and Kate stood off a little ways, giving Rigel and Sadie a little privacy. Both looked worried in their own ways, though Sadie wasn’t at all sure as to why Tank cared so much, she’d barely said anything the whole time Sadie had been crying and cursing Rigel.
“I don’t think so,” Sadie said. Her tears had finally dried, and she wasn’t interested in starting more.
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The thing about surprises is that they’re always so unexpected, even when you really should have seen them coming.
Sunday mornings were Sadie’s favorite mornings. Slow and lazy and without any obligation to anyone, they were the perfect day. If Sadie had her way, all mornings would be Sunday mornings. On this particular Sunday she had woken up at 10.30 am with a slightly warm behind from one of Rigel’s ministrations, stretched and dozed in until 11.30, by which time her stomach was threatening to eat its way out of her body.
With a growling tummy, she made her way into the kitchen, scuffing her feet and with her doggie motif pajamas buttoned in a skewed fashion which made one side hang down a good few inches longer than the other, which was hiked up almost to her belly button.
Wiping sleep out of her eyes and muttering to herself about having to always eat food every day, Sadie accidentally walked into the wall, swore and ricocheted herself back towards the kitchen, where the scent of brewing coffee called to her.
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Here’s a bit more…. the aftermath, if you will…
Things came to pass much as Martine had said they would. Within the week, Rigel had moved out, leaving Kate and Sadie to their own devices once more. She seemed utterly unaware of the trouble that had been caused by her leaving, which Sadie blamed her for in spite of the fact that both Sadie and Kate had gone out of their way to be as falsely pleasant as possible to both Rigel and Martine. If Rigel wanted to go, she could go, there was no point getting all soppy and telling her that it hurt Sadie’s feelings. Sadie hoped that it would be easier after Rigel left, and in a way, it was. There was no daily reminder that she was being abandoned for not being pretty enough or sophisticated enough or whatever it was that Rigel saw in Martine.
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Yes, yes, now it is up 
Scrub. Scrub. Scrub. Scrub.
Raw knees, sore wrists, and growing irritation were Sadie and Kate’s companions as they made their way through the first day of their punishment, washing the floor of the martial arts school by hand.
“This sucks,” Sadie noted observantly, sitting back on her heels and tossing her damp rag into the bucket. Though they’d already been going for almost three quarters of an hour, they had barely made their way across a quarter of the floor, which was totally gross and caked in foot sweat.
“Yeah,” Kate agreed miserably, pushing stray strands of brown hair out of her eyes. “Should have taken the spanking.”
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Hey everybody, hope you’re all doing spanktastically! Lets stand up and clap our hands to high tempo music! Or not.
So here’s the deal. I’m working on the next free chapter in the Obeying Rigel series, but I thought I would take a moment to mention the fact that Obeying Rigel is now available on the Amazon Kindle store. If you have a Kindle (or even if you don’t, because Amazon has Kindle for the PC), you can buy Obeying Rigel from Amazon.
But even more exciting than that news is that it means that those of you with your own sites can potentially make some monies by referring people to buy the book on Amazon, through Amazon’s affiliate program.
Exciting times, no?
A big-ish chapter in which nothing goes to plan…
“So you’ve stooped to spying, huh?” Rigel said conversationally, kicking her shoes off and putting her black socked feet up on the coffee table.
“What? Huh?” Sadie stalled, pretending to be focusing on mopping up the spilled sudsy water.
“You can drop the act now Sadie, we saw you from across the street through the window. Woodland camouflage doesn’t work real well in an urban environment when you stick your head out of the bushes,” Rigel observed, taking a swig from her beer.
“Oh,” Sadie said softly, hanging her head as she carried the sodden paper towels back to the kitchen for disposal.
“Yes. Oh.”
“Are you mad?” the question was asked in a small voice.
“Me? No. Stacy wasn’t pleased though. The word ‘psycho’ came up several times in conversation.”
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A little more for the fans 
“Sadie was…” Kate began to answer for Sadie again, but Rigel turned and gave her a look that stopped her runaway mouth dead in its tracks.
“When did Sadie become unable to speak for herself?”
“Er, uhm, I don’t know. I’m going to bed,” Kate said with forced lightness. “You two have fun. Try to keep the plaster on the ceiling this time.” She turned and scooted into her room at an impressive pace.
“Kate!” Rigel raised her voice. “Get your butt back out here.”
Sadie felt her stomach sink. Rigel knew something was up. She knew it.
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So I decided to write another chapter of ‘Obeying Rigel’. I’m not quite ready to relinquish these characters just yet This chapter more or less takes up where the book left off.
“Initiate Operation Sadiemeister,” Sadie intoned from her hiding place behind a stand of bushes. Lifting a pair of binoculars to her camouflage painted face, she focused them at the entrance to the swish restaurant. “Well well, Stacy likes it up-market, huh?” she murmured to herself, taking in the gold tassels and plush fabrics that were draped wherever they could be draped.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Kate, voice of reason extraordinaire, chipped in from behind her.
“Shh, eat your sandwiches,” Sadie hissed. “They’ll be coming soon.”
“My sandwiches are soggy. You shouldn’t have made them last night,” Kate replied, lifting up the moist white bread and watching in dismay as wilted lettuce and tomato slices fell onto the grass where she sat cross-legged.
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You demanded it, and now it is here. Obeying Rigel, the E Book!
What do you get for buying the e book? Why, you get 20% more story (yes that’s 20%, as calculated by scientists!), my gratitude and a happy ending, that’s what you get.
“You strut through your life, giving everyone you meet attitude. Most people probably don’t even deserve it. And you know that, but you keep doing it. You’re waiting for someone who won’t take it. Every time you make a snarky remark or a smart ass comment, there’s part of you that wishes there was somebody around to put you firmly in your place. But there hasn’t been anyone, has there?”Sadie’s head spun as Rigel closed the final little bit of distance between them and lowered her voice. “Until now.”
When cocksure, laid-back drop out Sadie meets the wickedly attractive, yet stern Rigel, sparks fly. Unimpressed with her layabout lifestyle and outright bratty attitude, Rigel sets about making things very difficult for her little Sadie.
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How far is too far? Chapter Nine of Obeying Rigel.
“So do you want to come? I’ll understand if you don’t.” Kate hovered nervously outside Sadie’s door.
It had been 48 hours of frosty tension since Rigel had arrived home from her date. 48 hours in which Rigel had repeatedly attempted to talk to Sadie and been rebuffed on every attempt. Now Kate’s weekly self defense class had rolled around and she wanted Sadie to attend it with her. But Rigel was still the class instructor, and if Sadie attended, there was every chance that the cold war in the house would spill over into the school.
“I don’t know Kate,” Sadie said, loathe to let Kate down. The woman had the biggest puppy dog eyes in the world, even more puppy-ish than Milo. Disappointing her was not something Sadie liked doing.
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Ah screw it, you know what? Have the final chapter of this series whilst I’m at it (I’ll no doubt finish this story up in e-book form as is my wont at some point in the future.)
The door to Sadie’s room swung open wide, interrupting Sadie as she lay curled up on her bed in tears of self recrimination.
“You.”
Rigel had not changed since the class. She was still in her instructor’s whites, which were now painted with splashes of blood around the shoulder and chest area. Her expression was darkly serious as she invited herself into Sadie’s room, nudging the clutter aside with her foot to clear a path to Sadie.
“You,” she repeated herself. “Are in serious trouble.”
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Oh dear… such scandalous behavior!
“My boss gave it to me,” Sadie defended herself with the truth.
Rigel looked incredulous as she stepped into the room, dangling the baggie between her thumb and forefinger. “Your boss gave you weed? The boss who is supposed to be on the verge of firing you?”
“Ah, now there’s where you need to stop listening to Kate. Her intel is usually out of date,” Sadie smirked, feeling triumphant. So Rigel didn’t know as much as she thought she did. That would teach her to go around acting on false information.
“What do you mean?” Rigel quizzed, her thick brows quirking all over the place.
Sadie sighed in annoyance at having to explain herself. “I mean I was fired from the job she was referring to six months ago. I’ve had this new job since then.”
“You work as a drug runner?”
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