Sir. “What's your name? Who the hell are you? I'm not supposed to answer to you, why am I doing it? Why am I acting like this? You're not the boss o... me!”“Am I not?” Brian retorted. “Try resisting my authority and see what you get, I dare you.”“I'd rather not, not. I... I want... please, not like this sir, I'll do anything you say! You're the boss, okay, please sir, you're the boss!”“Disregard my last command, Mr Sir.” Brian said, and immediately, Mr. Sir's breathing normalized and his face. , I uh.... guess so. I mean yall liked watching me do things like this and I love being watched, so I guess I do. I said, shit Calvin this little whore loves for anybody to look at her big fat ass when she’s naked, and most especially when she’s getting fucked real damn good and rough that’s when she really puts on a good show for ‘em, she’s an exobitionist from hell now a days! Ain’t you Angelique? She smiled big as hell and said, you better believe I am baby.Calvin said, oh what do you wana. He knew it could be straightened, but it would never be perfect again. The shaft of the bolt was a write-off. Maybe I can save the fletching, anyway. Shit. I've only been here a couple days and I've already lost a bolt. I should have moved closer to be sure I didn't hit a pole, and ... I should have taken my time and fucking aimed. "Shit, shit. Shit!" he half screamed.After he had calmed somewhat, "I lived through it," he lectured himself. "Learn from it, Dummy. Yeah, right. Learn or die," he. Of course I have a boss. And as all bosses do, he sometimes has an idea.Funny thing about the ideas of bosses is that they always get implemented. All other ideas tend to be squeezed through a bottleneck of research and yawning committees. But his idea of tying in with the perfume brand of a celebrity made it into execution in no time at all.My boss had met a particular celebrity at a fund-raiser against land mines or something. She is a famous model, known for her face and her coke parties..