? I call to her and she enters wearing heels, hose and nothing else save my collar. She stands quietly next to my chair and looks at me not him. He s...ares in awe. ?We have a visitor, make him feel welcome.? She answers quietly, ?Yes, Sir,? and turns toward her husband. ?Welcome to my Master’s home. How may I be of service?? she says this looking just above his head, avoiding his eyes. He is speechless. ?Attend!? I bark and she kneels next to my chair and places her hands at the small of. This Group is from far east of us. Their home was Palawan. There is the Iwahig prison there that is a Penal Farm where they could go off tending livestock and crops. This helped them make their escape easier. Like most of those that have joined us, they made their escapes in native "banka" boats.Others came from Islands west and south of us like Guam. There is a lot of fighting and bombings on those Islands!Everyone! This tall gwapo (handsome) American Army soldier is James Harold Simpson but. Myron replied nervously. Dismissed by his new boss, Myron drove home feeling humiliated. He was humiliated by the fact that he now had a boss 22 years younger than he was. Even more demeaning for him was the way this young black man spoke to him, as if he were angry that Myron was assigned to him as his assistant rather than some pretty young blonde. Je'Quon was a more than demanding boss. Seldom did he ease up on poor Myron and he even started making Myron bring him his coffee in the mornings. She warned me that I would feel something cold as she cleaned the area she needed to get to. I flinched as she started and she again reassured me that it was ok. She did a through job and then looked at me an explained that it will feel very odd and possibly sting a little but that she would try to make it ask quick as she could. I hear the crinkle of the plastic being opened and decided to just close my eyes. I minute or so passed and she said take a nice long deep breath and let it out. As I.