I handed Jason his phone and sat down on the edge of my bed. I wondered what to do next. I couldn't figure out what I wanted. On one hand, I could dat... someone I got along with very well and live out a fantasy I've secretly had for years. On the other hand, there were so many things that could go wrong. I started to be concerned what would happen if she and I broke up. Would she expose me out of spite?"Wait," I said. "When did you have that conversation?" About a month ago. I had to go through. Her family hadn't been rich but they hadn't been poor either. They were what most people called middle class.Jessica was torn from her thoughts at a knock on the door. Standing up she fixed her skirt that molded against her slender body and walked towards the door. "Who is it?" She called out."Mrs. Jenkins dear from next door."Jessica opened the door and smiled at her neighbor. Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins had lived next door for as long as Jessica could remember. She remembered they always gave out. .."Orders of similar type were being issued all across the large airfield, now they all have to wait for the Airships to arrive.This is Edward Stewart of the Wireless Phone network reporting, The next group of racers is now in sight. The pack is being led by the Ferrari team in their classic cone formation. I can see that the Flyer of lord Riggers is several minutes back and he seems to be struggling to maintain his current position in the race. The German Flyer, piloted by Hans Gruheart is. You could call me whatever you wish, but they must address me as Mistress, right? Or Lady Melissa, something indicating respect for my authority over them. And everyone calls you two Master ... Perhaps Master Michael or Master Mike in your case, Master Kim in his,” Melissa proffered her ideas.“Master Michael works, at least for me. But what does Kim call me?” I wondered.“You outrank me, you even Top me, but I’m not your slave, even though I submit to you. I would suggest that I call you ‘Sir, ‘.