I was sixteen and working part time in a cafe and after arriving one particularly horrible wet morning, the cafe was empty when a man came in and went...over to take his order.I gave him the customary, 'Good morning sir, what can I get you', routine, he looked into my eyes and said, 'Just a plain black coffee and a piece of your fine ass'.I wrote down the first part as the second bit took a minute to register, but when it did I felt strangely calm, was he being rude and insulting, derogatory,. . O’ the mother fucking disappointment; his head swims in the anguish pool of vague thoughts remembering that I have told him many times that I cannot spend the whole night with him. I can fuck him till late as midnight but then after all I have a girlfriend too and there is no excuse known to me to tell her where I spent the whole night; no, she does not know that I am bisexual. The teen boy reaches over to the small bedside table and grabs the KY warming gel tube and squeezes a large amount. "The reason I never came back wasn't because I didn't love you. It wasn't because I didn't want to. It was because I worried — until this week — that if I did, it would end the same way for you. I worried my jealousy would get in the way and hurt you again." So this is some kind of test for you?" I asked incredulously. "Bailey, this is ridiculous." The whole world isn't black and white," Bailey said. "This isn't any kind of test because I already know the answer. If anyone is taking a test,. Understand?” Claire nodded again.“Excellent,” I continued, “So let me tell you about your new position in the company. You will continue as CFO - you're too good to let go - but at a vastly reduced salary. You will also be my slave. Whenever I need to use you, I will call you and you will do exactly as I say. And finally, you will be employed to assist the company in winning sales, getting discounts from customers and otherwise doing whatever I consider is in the best interests of the.