“I will pay you back, but it’s going to take me a little time.”Sean finally looked up at me, a smirk on his face.“I can tell this is important...to you. Paying me what you owe,” he answered. “Tell you what, come back to my room, and we’ll talk about an arrangement.”My relief at being able to handle my chit completely overshadowed any warning bells that might have been ringing. It probably wasn’t helped by the vast amount of alcohol I consumed, either. I waited as patiently as I was able while he. Leaving him a 'lasting' impression of his fist on the man's face. Justin got a bus into town and went shopping. He got a cool crew-cut at a hairdresser. Losing the scraggly Bieber-look hairstyle. The hairdresser even dyed the hair. Giving Justin some modern spiky blond locks on top. At an army-dump, Justin bought himself a vintage leather biker jacket and some black combat boots. Those combined with the new hairstyle made the 17-year-old teen look like the man he felt inside. Ross had been. "But I thought we were all going to have a drink,Mistress Debbie."Debbie then bellowed, "We, are having a drink but maids do not drink withtheir superiors, so pour the wine for us and take the tray aroundcurtseying to your betters. Wine is for Masters and Mistresses and not forperverted little slutty maids like you. Drink Water if you are thirsty andbe thankful that I don't beat you as punishment for your insubordination."Pansy uncorked the wine with a screw type corkscrew, easy to use. My mother and father were always helping someone. At Thanksgiving dinner we always had thirty-five to forty people and half of them I didn't even know. I've always tried to help my employees whenever I could. I even tried to get Myron into an alcohol treatment program, but he said he didn't have an alcohol problem. I feel that it is everyone's duty to help others when they can. Usually it doesn't cost much to give a little of yourself. My mother always told me that whenever you do a good deed.