I called up aunty the next day, “Hey Sheila aunty, this is me Ahmed”, “Hi Ahmed, I am going in for a meeting now, Yusuf told me that you are wil...ing to work for us, why don’t you come over and we could talk about this at home?”, “Sure, just give me a call whenever you are free and I could come over”.Wasn’t really excited to meet her as such it’s the start of the weekend, and I really didn’t want to move my clubbing plans. The evening I get a call from her, I get ready and drive down to their. It seems that every Saturday four or five couples of their lesbian friends would get together for a cookout and beers, and this party rotated from each couple every week and our visit so happened to occur on their weekend. I was asked if I minded being the only man around a whole group of lesbians and jokingly responded, “Not unless you’re afraid I’ll convert some back to being straight.” Everyone laughed and so the party was still on.The party started with a cookout and I was assigned. He saw the impact of the rounds, in the center of his chest, and he brought the pistol across his body towards the man on the left.Too slow! In his old life, he was trained to move, dodge, or to feint when threatened, and he never considered, or even trained for his new immobility; his gun hand was his control hand for the wheelchair. He felt the blade enter his chest as he brought the pistol on target. The barrel was in contact with his attacker when he pulled the trigger, a mistake that he. "Now slut are you going to remember to always call me MASTER and get up when I tell you too?"Yes MASTER!" Good! I really do hate to beat you like that mom but you must learn I am in charge now, not you!" Now lets go upstairs and you can fix me breakfast."So I started to get up to walk to the kitchen."Slut did I say you could walk? You are to crawl like a dog."I got down on all fours and scurred along as fast as I could. If MASTER thought I wasn't moving fast enough he would kick me in the butt.