Within a few days he landed a job at a fast food restaurant. Two weeks after that he came home with his first paycheck and said he wanted to sign it ...ver to me.“Why do you want to do that?” I asked.“Well, you know, mom, I’m 18 and you shouldn’t have to support me 100 percent. I know this isn’t a lot, and I think you can manage it better and give me only what I really need.”I smiled and hugged my son and told him how thoughtful he was. Then I told him he needed to sweep and mop the kitchen. You start noticing that the bank account isn't showing any more money, despite the "overtime" she's working. Or there's some stains on her panties, or her friend she goes to see every weekend calls and complains that she hasn't seen her in ages.Or, you could find out like I did, and come home at the wrong time.Now, like I said before, I've read a bunch of stuff - that fucker Just Plain Bob has pretty much written down every possible way to get "the surprise" - and I've thought about it, and it. I would follow whatever she commands. So, it was one of those days when my mistress had ordered me to do something for her and, of course, I was gonna follow her command. So, around eight in the morning, I got into my car and headed out. I drove for a while and reached a far away area so that there was no risk of running into someone I knew. I parked my car around the corner and decided to walk to the nearest bus stop. It was fairly crowded on that particular day. Mistress wanted it to be. "If I do anything wrong, it would reflect badly on you to your boss." And we wouldn't want that, now would we?" I asked."I'll be in soon," I said.She pouted but she went on into the bedroom anyway. She wasn't used to not getting her way, but soon enough she'd be able to do things any way she wanted because I'd be gone. My heart ached, but I knew this was the right thing to do. My daddy had always told me that when you're in a bad situation, the right thing to do was usually the one that hurt.