Her name is Anita, but if you call her anything but Nita you better duck."I took my beer and sat at the table with them. The beer helped calm the emot...onal storm raging in my head and I was able to look at Nita and not blush. She was really quite friendly and I started having fun. She was clearly the "apple" of Felix's eye. They would tease each other and sometimes me.We did all of our talking in English. I actually understood their language fairly well—I should, I had four years of high school. " I know, Lisa. But, I feel like I'm letting us down. Unemployment isn't forever. Sometimes I feel like such a looser and helpless and really frustrated. They're not hiring engineers who were working on cancelled contracts. It wasn't my fault the plane kept crashing. I don't know, Lisa. Every time I think about what has happened, I feel terrible. When I dress, I feel like I'm not that losing guy. The one who's messed up. When I dress, I feel different. I feel special. I feel like I am pretty. “It looks like you need more than one lesson, cunt. The first will be taking an order, the next will be fulfilling it and achieving customer satisfaction, and right now, I am far from satisfied." His other fist collided with her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. As Brenda doubled over the two men slammed her on the table, spilling the other two mugs and toppling them onto the floor. Some of the coffee started collecting under her cheek, it's heat burning her and making her hiss. . I know I should not want to do these things, but I always findmyself eagerly listening and learning everything Margaret teaches me. Itmakes me feel real good to do everything I'm taught, and when Margaretpraises me on learning, I feel even better. This routine lasted anothermonth or so.One morning I awoke to Margaret already in my room."Good Morning, Melissa. How are you today." (Melissa is the name I chosefor myself)."I feel wonderful, Maggie (She lets me call her Maggie now). Thank youfor.