David and his friends played water basketball as usual with the added presence of Abbie hanging around too. Together, they had become good friends. Th...y still teased David about being pussy whipped but not when Abbie was near enough to hear. David and Abbie visited Mr. Adams occasionally and the tension between he and Abbie seemed to subside. Abbie regretted that Mr. Adams was her first sex partner and that she lied to David about breaking her hymen while jilling off thinking about him. It was. One unexpected "advantage" of my humiliation was that I was forced totake a bus home every day after work or to do my various chores likegrocery shopping and dry cleaning all my outfits on the weekend. I'msure for Thompson, this was just a way to force me to live a life thatwas entirely foreign to me - certainly it was a step down from theexpensive cars that I used to drive. Being gawked at in public probablywas a part of the humiliation as well. But since I wasn't beingmonitored, it was. “You are doing a fantastic job!” whispered Jo’s boss. “This deal is sealed and I owe you one hell of a dinner,” he whispered quite excitedly. I smiled, put my mouth up to the hole and said in a very sultry whisper. “You are quite welcome. Anything for you, love.” He backed away from the hole and as sure as I thought I was about to play another flute, I hear the toilet flush and the opening of the door. His footsteps return to the theater. “Did that just happen?” I thought to myself. “Did I just. That’s a pleasant thought to add to my homecoming.I’m travelling down the road when my phone buzzes through the vehicle console. Dave Johnson. I thumbed the button on the steering wheel to answer.“Hey, Bud! What’s up? Your girls invent a death ray?”He laughed. “NO, not unless they got together with YOURS. What’cha doing?”“Driving,” I said. “Just signed the paperwork on some utility work.” I named the client. “It’s getting ready to get busy.”“Then it’s a good time for me to call.”“Good.