”“You have no idea.”“Where you supposed to be?”“2020.” Blank stare. “Algebra”“Oh ... Are you having trouble at home or school.” ...hit.“Homes fine. Honest.”“So school? Are you being bullied?”“I just ... don’t feel like I belong here.”“Freshman?”“Yes, but...” but what could I say? I took my schedule out of my back pocket. “Have you ever seen anything so boring.”“Choir?”“I can’t sing ... Je ne parle pas francais, I could care less about the foil method, knowing how the human mind works is great,. When I finished, I turned off the camera and unchained myself. I then cleaned up a little before downloading the video, to send to Master Dave. Master and I started to drift apart and weren?t really seeing each other for play, when I met Mistress Jean. I was at the grocery store and I ran into Jean. I had worked with Jean at a fast food place when we were in college. We were pretty good friends when we worked together. Jean graduated with an accounting degree and was now a CPA. We exchanged. As the song ended she righted herself and walked over to where I was sitting and asked me if was liking the show I smiled reached into my shirt pocket put a $50 in her garter she smiled and then asked me if I had a song I wanted her to dance too , I said play Bob Seger's Main street, she smiled turned around told the d j the song and as soon as it started playing she was dancing in front of me towards the end of the song she was sitting on the stage her legs resting on my chair as she pulled. At eleven fifty-eight, I headed over to Anya's room, having finished my evening ablutions. In case you're under the impression I made any extra effort regarding the meeting, I was in sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt--despite the central heating, it did get chilly in my room.The door was open, but I knocked before entering. Anya was in a beanbag, watching SNL--an Alec Baldwin rerun. "Close the door," she said softly as she turned off the TV. I shut the door gently, then sank into the other.