Sarah looked up from her phone, glanced at the sign of the hotel, and said, “I’d have thought you’d be living in an apartment by now.”“I am,...�� Dexter said.“So why are we at a hotel?” Will asked.“Because my apartment is small,” Dexter answered defensively.“You’re a dumb ass,” Sarah said.“Excuse me?” Dexter said.“All divorced fathers get an apartment big enough for the kids to visit,” Sarah said.Based on the experiences of her friends, there was a natural progression to a divorce. It all started. “Huh?”I turned to Linda. “Are you my slave?”Linda had been paying attention. “Yes, Master.”“Must I show Britney how I teach my slaves?”“If you wish, Master.”“Linda, if you can bring Britney up to speed, this afternoon will be considerably more pleasant for both you and her. You have 2 minutes, if you require them.”Linda turned to Britney. “Brit, honey, ‘huh’ does not work with Sam, my master. You know better. ‘Excuse me” might work, and certainly will show my Master that I did try to teach you. I have no doubt these scenarios weren’t figments of a perverted imagination. I am convinced these are the real people that hide behind the public mask we all put on. I am sure you can see how dangerous that knowledge can be and why I must keep it a secret.Let me tell you about the first time this happened to me. I remember it like it was yesterday and at first I convinced myself I was going crazy. This couldn’t possibly happen in real life.There is an Italian café in the old part of town we. Still barefoot, we were led into the chambers of Judge Samuel Fahey. I was somewhat relieved to see a pair of diplomas from our college on his wall, and even more relieved when he mentioned that he had been a brother of Lambda Pi in his college days."Now where the hell is that prosecutor?" he asked"He probably wasn't expecting you to hear the case until Monday," Officer Bowers said."Well, there's no point in keeping these boys in jail all weekend."The DA arrived after a few minutes, looking.