When he opened the card and saw the season pass he looked at me. "WOW! Thanks, Tommy! I-I don't know what to say!" That's okay, Kev. Your look pretty ...uch covers it!" Wow, this is the best birthday ever!" he exclaimed. "I only wish..."He wasn't the only one.Here it was, the week of Thanksgiving, and I was having a hard time finding anything to be thankful for. I knew I HAD a lot to be thankful for, I just couldn't build up a lot of enthusiasm for the holiday. I kept thinking back to last year. Paul opted for the spaghetti and meatballs. He sat at a table with three ladies that he had done repairs for. They were nice and funny but the looks they were giving Paul made him feel that he was prime meat that was on display. He was tempted to put a move on Wanda, one of the ladies there but decided to take a pass and didn’t do that.Paul finished his dinner before the ladies as he didn’t have the coffee and cake for dessert. He wished them all a pleasant evening. In leaving the dining room. Slaves have to eat; but that doesn't mean theyshould be allowed to enjoy it. Thanks for letting me know what you likeso I can keep it off the menu."Tom's emotional rollercoaster started up again. He was getting pissed offthat she was denying him what he enjoyed, but also getting aroused againwhen she referred to him as a slave. He did not know how to react, so hejust stood there silently with the phone to his ear. Finally, he heardPrincess Dee tell him to go to the dry grocery aisle."Now for. The woman was all hard edges, her face serious and stern, her eyes glowing with intelligence and excitement. She knew that if they'd given Fat Ron access to the equipment he'd used on her, they would surely have given Kira access to any drugs she wanted. She was scared again, her mind scrambling for a way out, a way to avoid whatever Kira had concocted for her. She decided to try to seduce her, maybe she could avoid Kira's perversion if she offered her something else.Daisy saw that Kira was.