I just couldn't take that pain. Karen had left, but in some destructive way, I missed her.Now I had to decide if I wanted to open up those wounds agai.... I had closed that part of my past for years until I received an email on my personal account:Mr. Gilliam,Are you the same Bill Gilliam that went to Franklin High School in 1975 and drove a red Pontiac? If you are, please reply. I have thought about you a lot through the years.Love, KarenI answered it before I even thought about it. I probably. I collapsed on the sheets. My body was sweaty, and Jack’s semen was leaking from my pussy and making a mess of my thighs. My breath was coming in short gasps. Jack, breathing like a racehorse, collapsed on top of me, pinning me under his weight. We laid there for some time before Jack got up and headed for the bathroom. All I wanted to do is lay there, resting on my tummy, enjoying the afterglow.Jack returned a few minutes later. I finally regained enough strength to slide off the bed and head. You’re fired.’ He did the same thing with Ruby and Shirley too. Finally he walked in front of Sage and pressed a finger to her uniform. ‘You. A Chef never leaves the kitchen, leaving all his staff stranded. You don’t deserve to be in my kitchen. You, you’re fired!’ he yelled. ‘Chef!’ gasped everyone. But Chef James wouldn’t hear any of their words for he had already walked out, an arrogant smile plastered on his face. Later when she saw him at the carpark, she confronted him. He was about to. These complaints stopped afterI threatened to take you out front and tan your fannyso they could witness you getting punished as well.After your hurried efforts had passed my inspection,I had you fetch a towel and bring it to me so I could dryyou off. You did as you were told and I rubbed you downswiftly and thoroughly, making sure to go after every dropof water on your shivering body. Once you were reasonablydry, I marched you into our bedroom and instructed you todeposit the damp towel inside.