When I was born, they named me Jack Royce Hill. So technically I'm not a junior. However, it soon got obvious that we had to be called different names...or it would be too confusing. My mother started calling him Jack and me Jackie. I was known by both names to my friends. After Dad died, I decided I liked Jack better and got my sister and most of my friends to use that name. My mother switches back and forth. If she's serious about something, Jackie is most likely to be the one she uses. If. He seemed a bit puzzled and raised his eyebrows as if I were going to finish my sentence but I was wasn’t because I had realized just how silly I would have sounded if I were to explain my confusion on his height so I quickly clammed up. “Forget it.” I said bluntly. “How are you, Joel?” I said smiling and stepping back a little so I could look at him without straining my neck. “I’m doing ok.” He said smiling and nodding. “Are you ready to work out?” Joel drew his hand out toward the back of his. He began to clasp the latches shut on the collar, when her hand flew up to her neck.He slapped it down gruffly as he stated, ”Hands down slave. Jesus, that’s two blistering punishments you’ve earned tonight. And hell, you’re not even inside yet.”Patricia lowered her eyes and clasped her hands in front of her short skirt, “Sorry Sir. I will try to do better.” She whispered.“You better, you fucking disobedient little whore…Or your husband’s promotion may just not happen.” Steven winked at a. ..well...I walked quickly, and nearlycrossed legged, to the house and went inside. I thought that he wouldfigure it out. He did.When I returned from doing my business, and freshening up just a bit, hewas sitting in the kitchen being given the third degree by my sister. Mymom was at the table merely listening, and smiling. His back was to mebut when he heard my steps behind him he stood up and turned to me. Icould see the look of relief on his face.He said he really should be going and I.