"Please Bob .. I mean Mr Jenkins," I stammered, realising what was coming next. "My point exactly," he said. "After I have finished with you my girl, ...ou will not dare to call me anything but Mr Jenkins or Sir." "Pl .. please Mr Jenkins, Sir. I …" He cut me off, slapping the flat shoe against his other hand. "Bend over, Miranda." My situation was hopeless, Miss Graham had been very specific, any argument between us and I would be dismissed. He could do anything with me if I wanted to keep my. Tight dresses, strong cologne, and loud music, but I was digging it. All I knew was that I wanted to dance and have a good time, but no one asking me to dance. I was getting frustrated because all I wanted to do was to dance with someone. My friend was feeling pretty buzzed and was trying to get me to ask someone to dance. (Take into consideration I'm a shy girl with no game to her name). I told her she was crazy and I was not going to do that. So she said, fine, I'll do it for you. She asked. Jason and I both hope that when you return you can find a way to keep him employed with the firm. I talked to Jeanne this morning so I know you talked to her last night after she got home from our evening out. Apparently she found a very exciting man. I also gather you were happy for her. I was pleased to hear that. This really is just the satisfaction of physical lust in its purest form and nothing more. Jeanne will always love you and I will always love David. Yes, David and I are now fully. I wish you could speak. it's going to be awful hard to talk with you if you can't speak!" she sighed.He hung his head. Then he raised it and quickly crossed the room. He rummaged through some boxes and brought back what looked to her like a child's school chalkboard. "Nnnaah!" he said. He began to scratch something on the chalkboard: "I write," it said."You can write?" she asked. He indicated he could write a little. "Well, I will teach you how to write more so we can talk to each other - we.