Then, I focused on the bare arm next to me and realized it was not mine.In all honesty, after searching my memory, I had no recollection the evening b...fore and wondered if someone had slipped me a mickey when I wasn’t looking.I lifted the sheet and discovered the glorious naked body of the third chair defense lawyer, the beautiful Ms. Tippy H. with her perfect little landing zone just above her clitoris with its tiny clump of curly pubic hair. He bent his head down and licked her landing zone. I just sat and stared at the pillowed stage. Back from the dressing room, Thea harrumphed behind me before she squeezed past me in pink shorts, tank top, and bunny slippers. In the getup, she didn’t look much different from my little sister when she was 10 or 11. I guess that was the intent. ‘What do you feel like listening to? Pop music, R&B, Jazz?’ ‘Am I correct in assuming that you don’t have anything more classical? Say ‘Eine kleine Nachtmusik’?’ ‘You really do want me to fall asleep don’t. .. but, of course, only when Chloe gives her permission to use me that way!Now we have a new order of things. I am still the cool autocratic businesswoman at work, decisive and even ruthless – my strong side comes out there even more, as if to balance my role as a sex-slave in my personal life. In fact, I am now even more successful in business, and the company is expanding and making more money than ever. But when I leave work, as soon as I enter through the front door of the house, all that. Instinctively, I stopped cutting. Alyssa opened her eyes and met mine. She looked slightly embarrassed but shrugged off the awkward moment. “Seems like a nice neighborhood,” she finally said, catching me almost by surprise, since I’d forgotten the question. I decided to ignore what I had seen, to save us both the embarrassment, and continued sawing until I was through the board.Alyssa climbed off the sawhorse. “Do you have more to cut?”“Yeah, a bunch.”“I’ll keep helping then, okay?”“Okay,” I.