Dear Journal,Today I had the beta cook a full breakfast for Dom: scrambled eggs, Canadian bacon, Belgian waffles, and freshly-squeezed grapefruit juic.... As I instructed, she set it up beautifully on His serving tray, though I was the one who presented it to our Dom. I was the one who refilled His juice glass and drizzled more fudge on His waffles whenever He wanted it. Dom was very pleased and complimented me on the breakfast. And knowing of the beta’s participation, He summoned her to the bed. Depending on the value one put on the office cleaning business and this house, their assets were worth somewhere around $80,000.They weren’t the only ones doing well. The other day, she had looked at her bank statement for her savings account and had been shocked to discover that there was nearly $2,000 in it. She’d been depositing the money from painting house numbers on curbs without even keeping track of it. That was about a $150 per weekend and this summer the weather had cooperated with. However I found out why as she flung her door open and reached around the corner to grab something…or someone.“Ha!” Izzy triumphantly looked back at me, “I caught her.”“What?” I looked at her funnily as she motioned me to the door. When I leaned outside I found out exactly what she meant. “Riley?”Riley was sitting right outside the door with only black panties on, her head shamefully looking at the ground. She looked like she was going to die of embarrassment, but Izzy drank it all up.“I knew I. It was a pity that shecouldn't afford to take the time off to come with me but I just totallyunderstood and accepted it.Over the weekend, I'd slowly but surely got back to normal or rather itwas the new normal. Everything seemed totally different to the waypeople treated me when I went out for a walk to the way my breastsbounced as I walked up and down stairs despite the support bra Iconstantly wore.Although still recovering from the surgery and with Marcy being away,I'd still kept busy at the.