She was in a good shape.I quickly scanned her beautiful structure top to bottom for couple of seconds and I found that she was wearing toe rings which...were a sign of a married woman. She told she does not have a change and unfortunately the shop keeper also did not have change that moment. The problem was I already started having tea before even knowing that I do not have change so it was little embarrassing. She noticed my situation and she kindly offered tea for me by paying the money for me. Your sister only offered that it was a typical office environment. Just last Friday you had a twenty minute phone interview. You were not asked many job skill-related questions, which you felt was odd, but rather a bunch of questions that seemed to get to the core of your character. You must have replied with the correct answers because before you hung up, you were immediately offered the job. You accepted, excitedly and yet hesitantly at the same time as you still had no idea what your job. .” Her fingers slid beneath my waistband, but I shifted back and out of reach.I wasn’t done yet. I realized, then, that I was filled with anger: anger at my wife who hadn’t yet learned to treat me with the respect I deserved, anger at the stepdaughter who, until today, had treated me like an ATM and her personal cleanup crew.You are the provider. You are the protector. You are the Alpha. You are the Master.“You’re mine,” I told her, my words like seeds planted in the fertile soil of her mind.. I bite my lip and squeeze his back. “Have I told you how beautiful you look yet?” he says.I blush, “Thank you Sir, I’m not nearly as gorgeous as you though.”“No thinking like that Michele, I find you very attractive, both inside and out.”I flush again. How can he make me feel so beautiful with just words? I hope he never stops. We continue to talk. He tells me that he’d like to take me out to dinner soon. I tell him my work schedule but he tells me he already knows it. But that it might be.