Samer: but I thought you understood what was going on and that you accepted my dick yesterday because of it.Me: listen, Samer, me being gay, or anyone...else being gay for that matter, doesn’t automatically mean taking anything that is offered…Samer: don’t condescend me with your explanations, I know what gay is and what it means. And that is why I say that I am not gay.Me: well, honestly, I don’t care how you identify yourself, but I am tell…Samer: -interrupts me- what did you just say? How I. I needed to escape. I think I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I just...” She let out a sigh. “Am I a prisoner here?”“More like a guest. If you were a prisoner, you’d be in chains. But do keep in mind that the nature of your status can change in an instant.” Ratu smirked, then held out a hand. “Are you hungry?”She nodded, and let the woman help her up. They walked together to another room where some food had been set at a small dining table. Ratu asked her a series of questions, most of which. I didn’t mind… not really. I tried to tolerate the men who stood too close, and while I did NOT tolerate the four different hands that caressed my butt, I never made a scene about it. I got tired of smiling. And in the end, I was very happy when the bus took us all back home. The following week, I interviewed with several of the managers for executive assistant positions. One or two were sort of lecherous, and I was surprised when one female director showed obvious sexual interest. Riya. She didnt talk to anyone and her head ways always in a book. The only person she ever opened up to was Arthur, but recently he wasnt ever around. Jasmine knew it was because of his girlfriend (Mary), she finally convinced him to come over for a while He came over through the old spruce tree, like always: Hey Jasmine! Hi Arthur! They said to one another as Arthur came through her window. Okay so Im planning on building you something. What is it? A tree house! Really? Thats so cool! Im glad you.