So much and so filling that he’d actually left half of it untouched. When was the last time he’d had a full stomach, let alone wasted food? Years,...at least, and the guards wouldn’t even chase him for it.He kept expecting to wake up back in the slums, all this just a pleasant dream, but somehow never did. It was all so unreal. Somehow, Princess Jasmine actually cared about him. It was the most magical, unbelievable thing that had ever happened to him. A lifetime of disappointment had taught him. She awoke early spending the morning in the salon getting her hair and nails done, she wanted to look perfect. She took the train to Central London, finally she entered the huge skyscraper building ‘wow, this agency must be huge to afford an office like this’ she thought. The building was about 30 floors, each floor had different multi national companies who shared a building reception, she walked towards the reception, past two men, one who was leaving and the other shaking his hand thanking. “I’ve already promised the bathroom to the girls. I won’t go back on my word to accommodate you. You can crawl outside and piss like a dog in the yard,” Karen said. She was not entirely serious about that suggestion. She was using a figure of speech to suggest Karen simply had to wait.“Yes, Ma’am, how long do I have?” Betty got down on all fours as if to crawl to the screen door.Karen was shocked and a little amused. She opened the door. “You have five minutes. That should be sufficient to. “ She took another big swallow and was shaking herself again so hard that her long, dark-brown curls were flying and her boobs, too. Again I was grinning my mischievous grin. “You know that I have to keep you here? Can’t let you drive anymore.“, I now voiced my former thought. Her grin was not less mischievous than mine. “I did not plan to leave.“ She looked deep into my eyes and, with a twinkle in her eyes, added: “Of course only if I am allowed to stay...“What followed then made me wonder if.