We move to the back and several people enter. Men have been staring all day and the women have been giving me dirty looks all day (filthy slut). The...elevator is no different. The doors close and we move to the second level. I am blushing furiously.Here everyone else exits. It is just Master and myself. I glance behind us only to see the group of teenaged boys from earlier, with a very clear view as the elevator is right next to the balcony where they stand. Oh no! They have noticed me. "And ... how did you--" Would you like to be able to do that again?" the man asked, standing and fishing a twenty out of his wallet as he gestured the waitress over. When she arrived, he paid Greg's bill, told the young beauty to keep the very handsome tip, then repeated his hand wave in front of Greg's face."Thank you very much," the waitress said, flashing both men a smile. She hesitated, looking at Greg's shocked expression, and asked, "Are you okay, sir? Did you enjoy everything?"Greg was. My wife to be, Julie Landers, and I met in one of those night classes and hit it off. She had auburn hair and corn flower blue eyes. At close to 5′ 10 she was lithe and graceful like a dancer, I was hooked after our first date. After dating for two and a half months, we moved in together, we got married the same month that Positive Solutions was conceived. The marriage ended in divorce and was mostly my fault, hell, it was all my fault. My two partners and I became so engrossed in founding and. She had obviously been shocked to see me do that, behaving like an amoral slut. I wonder why she hadn't said anything about it."Uh huh," he pursed his lips. "And you did this by sexual intercourse?"I again nodded and said, "Yes." Who suggested this course of action?"I frowned, "Suggested?" Did he ask you to do it?" Oh. No. It was my idea." Your idea." Yes."He stared at me. "Explain, please." Well," I began, "We were only a couple of rooms away from our English class when I saw this guy with a.