! I'll be laughed right out of school ... No, it HAS to be Justin Beiber!")For me, Labor Day Week-end is the time when the 'week-end residents' close ...own their campers, their trailers and their mobile homes for the season, the week-end I can start to relax a bit, put my feet up ... well ... not quite. It's the weekend when I start thinking about doing some much needed maintenance and upgrades to my installation before the Snowbirds invade the place around the end of October and the beginning. I got to the bar five minutes early. Mark said he’d be wearing a black jacket, and I spotted him right away. He was sitting in a corner booth. He saw me and waved. I headed over to join him. Mark rose to shake my hand. We sat down, and he gestured for the waitress.We made small talk getting to know each other, and the mood got more relaxed after a few drinks. We eventually got back on topic. Mark asked me what I thought about taking our conversation somewhere more private. I paused for a few. 'Now I will have to buy another this size to replace it' I thought to myself.When I returned to little boy's cell I gave him a stern look. "On your feet, one false move or sign of resistance, not only will you not be able to sit for a week, but you won't be able to stand either, am I clear? Matter of fact, hands and chain behind your neck now. " Yes Mistress." He gathered up his wrist chain and did as instructed.That's when I looked down to see his little soldier standing at attention. "Someone. After I got dressed, I went downstairs. My mom had made a huge breakfast like she always did when we had company. French Toast, Eggs, Bacon, fruit and biscuits. I hadn't had a good decent breakfast in a long time. Everyone was already eating by the time I got there.I went to grab a cup and poured me some coffee. Everyone was busy talking about the wedding that it seemed no one even noticed I was in the kitchen. I served myself some eggs and bacon and grabbed some French toast. I took a seat.