"Excuse me." "I'm not resigning." He was very angry with me. I could tell from his tense neck and pursed lips. "I don't know what's gotten into you, B...cky, but I think you need to take some time to pray and get your head on straight. I'm going out of town on Tuesday until Thursday. By the time I get back, I'll expect you to have sorted out your employment." "You're going out of town?" "Did I not just say that?" "It's Sunday afternoon. When did you think I was going to get your clothes done?" He. But, like the levelheaded man that you are, you chose to walk away without a word. And why would you? They didn't deserve your recognition. All you hope is that they're happy together knowing what they did.John frees you from your scrutinizing activity when he slides another glass toward you.“You don't know the half of it.” You sigh, taking a glance around the room. Again, you see the two women.The one closest to you, also sitting at the counter, is a woman in her twenties with long, cascading. It doesn't move. You almost panic until you remember another line from the instructions. "Say out loud 'Master, may your Slut come in to play?'" Quickly you say the phrase watching as the car comes ever closer. Just as the headlights begin to sweep over the porch you hear a buzzer sound. You push hard at the door and is easily swings open. You dart inside, hoping that no one noticed the naked woman standing by the door.Inside the room is dark. A dim spotlight is just a few steps in front of. She scooted up to Amy, pressing her against me. Amy rolled her eyes.“Uh, Paula, what’s Amy doing here?” I made a mock-angry face at Amy.“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed by now little lady? You’re going to get in A LOT of trouble from your Daddy!” Amy giggled.“I am in bed, Daddy! Mommy brought me in to sleep with you!” I looked over Amy’s head at Paula in the dim light. She gave a stubborn look.“I thought that is was time Amy learned more about men and women, Richard. God knows she learns all.