.to that zipper. That zipper that torments me so. Always begging to be unzipped. As I pull it down, you tremble and I realize that your mind must be s...reaming, “What is he doing?! What am I doing?! This can’t be happening!” Hell, I know mine is! The zipper down, I slip my hands around your waist. Gently urging your pants down. They fall with a soft, ‘thumpf’ to the floor. You are shaking now. The papers you were reading lay strewn on the floor. I reach around you and slowly unbutton your. She found the backpack buried under a lot of the other gear on a shelf over the industrial sized washer and dryer, bought by the clubs for when she used to do the laundry for a football team of Mica’s and netball team of her step daughter and yoga club for herself. She wondered why her shit lily livered husband did shit like that and left it, noting a large dung pile strangely steaming on the floor across the garage, ignoring it as she stood on her tip toes and tried to fish the tampons out of. My body no longer belongs to me. It belongs to him."I nodded towards Gary.She eyed him speculatively for a moment before I added, "If you like you can have Jimmie back. Then you can come here and take my place, working off that worthless asshole's debts by showing your ass to all the customers and letting all the employees rape you every day. How about it, Sheryl? Do you want your old boyfriend back?"I had taken my thong off while I was having my mild little tantrum. Now I stood before her. They are trying to show that they are in control. We need to show that they are not. The contract we have with them only mentions Dinah's Lullaby, so any new song is not bound by that contract.If they insist that Steve cannot be made available, we may have to insist on another company taking on the new song. We tell them that Steve' bosses declined the opportunity of recording this new song.Now, don't be surprised if you get a call from Steve's company, trying to get you to change your minds.