Should even worse losses happen,the Watanabe Yakuza could face financial collapse.The responsibilities of being Oyabun weighed heavier on Dai than he ...adever anticipated. He had hoped to count on the wisdom of both Katsuakiand Hiromi Sato, and maybe even Keiji Watanabe, as he began his new job.Katsuaki was now dead, Hiromi forced to live outside of Japan, and Keijiwould be of little use due to his declining health and meddling behindthe scenes.Dai would only admit to himself that he was. "Green leafs," Sue Ellen said in a tone similar to Dave.Raven giggled.Dave shook his head.Ken smiled."Are you coming with us, Millie?" Raven asked."I'm invited?" Millie asked surprised by the invitation.She really hadn't expected two respectable office types like Sue Ellen and Raven to be comfortable enough around a woman who was giving their boss a blow job everyday at lunch time to invite her to lunch with them. She knew that Sue Ellen had a part in her employment, but it was still hard to. This story should be disturbing so read at your own risk. Her name was Rachel and she was a very unhappy girl. At school things were tough; she suffered all the usual problems a teenager faces. Most of the k**s either ignored her or were mean to her. Every problem seemed to be high drama, a blow to her self-esteem. She could not even trust her few close friends, they talked behind her back and occasionally set her up for humiliating little jokes. Although Rachel said more than once “I hate. No idea I chose her.I examine the room, gingerly walking around. Lori stands next to Aadya, the Indian art teacher. Both blindfolded in the center of the room, trying not to stand too close to each other. The room looks the same as always. Long tables lined with metal stools. Everything caked with years of dried paint, splashes of color. A typical teacher’s desk at the front of the room. Neat and bare and hardly used. Aadya doesn’t actually teach much, mostly using her desk to lounge and slack.