George almost dropped the telephone. Worried that he might be over heard in spite of the fact that he was alone in the office he dropped his voice to ...lmost a whisper as he responded. "Hello, err, Erica," he answered."I don't think that's right is it?" Erica responded sternly. "Or haven't you read your little guide book?" Sorry, err," stuttered George, looking around furtively in a way that looked all the more foolish because he was completely alone. "Err, sorry, err, Mistress Erica." That's. In addition, he'll have to hire new workers. Those are good things. He also has a sales manager that makes a lot less than you do now, and other sales people who have been with him for a while are in the same boat."At that point, I spoke up, and said, "I'm not an employee, I'm a contractor. I'm not going to apologize for working hard or making money, and I won't talk about it or flaunt my earnings, but I used my ideas and hard work to earn the commissions I made. When I spoke with Mr. Malone, I. He took my hand and led me down the last two steps into the root cellar. He was nude and smelled of mint, having just showered, this glorious man for whom I’d long ago given up my so-called life in New York and come out to the flat plains of the Midwest. I touched the tribal tattoo on his chest, looked down at the red earth of the cellar floor, and said quietly, ‘I’ve been keeping the box there,’ pointing to a spot under a tarp. He nodded, went and got the box. Itt had been a total of seven. Then it dawned on me."You went to America last year mummy." Yes." Without daddy." Yes." Oh mummy, why didn't you tell me?"I hugged her tightly, "Do you still love her?" Probably, yes I think I do darling." How can you live with it though mummy, knowing you love each other and being married to someone else?" Well it was a different world then darling, I know it was supposed to be all about free love and drugs, but people's attitudes were different, women didn't live together openly like they do.