If Courtney had treated me as her enemy or even as a rival, I would have fought for you. In my culture, if someone makes you their enemy, you fight an... try to take all that they have, because an enemy has no rights. But Courtney offered me friendship; she has treated Nura and me with great kindness. She has even found me a wonderful job and a home where I can raise Nura. To me, it would be dishonorable to repay her kindness by doing any act to hurt her. I could never feel joy in a love if it. “Yes,” I said, “thrilled actually.” The man smiled and passed me the broom.It turned out I was making the legal minimum, but no benefits; that was the reason for the under the table shit. But now I’d be able to get me a cheap ass place again. Fifty-four-years-old and starting life over—for the third time. Fucking wonderful.Well, what the hell. Life’s shit and then we die.“Yes, he is out, and he does have a job. It’s shit, janitorial mostly, at a local bodega. being paid under the table,” said. I didn’t really mind as when they were married I got on well with him and liked him being my father although I hadn’t seen him in a few years.I remember him always being around the house in his boxers saying it was his house and he would dress how he wanted so I kind of got used to it and thought nothing of it after a while, he even encouraged me to hang out in just my panties which was a bit of fun. He was a good dad, always there to comfort me and we would often cuddle up on the sofa watching. "The insides are younger than the exterior, but he looks older and wiser and that's a comfort to some people and helps him cement his authority -- not that he needs it."Myra eyed me. "What does THAT mean?" I guess it means he expects to be obeyed -- not perhaps in the way it sounds, but in the way it is for military men. If he gives you something to do, he wants it done -- and it's left up to you how. He won't want any back-talk -- but he'll accept questions regarding ways and means and will.