"Joan, what are you doing home?" she asked upon seeing me. I told her Igot fired cause I couldn't work all the hours that Mr. Ferris wanted. Thiscause... Aunt Mel to raise her eyebrows. I just looked at her and shrugged.Hell, if I'd wanted the job, I could have been his little automaton. Conversation soon turned to more pleasant things and for awhile I forgotabout my potential problem. Dinner as always was delicious. I was surethat Sam would enjoy it when I brought it over to him. Of course,. I always made it a policy to treat them fairly, help them in times of need, and to see that they were able to perform optimally at work. From time-to-time I took them to lunch individually and tried to take an active interest in their lives. Ours was more than just a perfunctory working relationship.It was time to pick up my children so I went directly to the school. They were having such a good time that I had to wait for about fifteen minutes while they finished the game they were playing.. I made him wait a few minutes for my response. “Yeah, we can do that.” We made plans to meet at a cute little bistro the next night. Nothing too fancy. Close to my apartment. If it worked, getting back to my place would be easy. If it didn’t, at least I wouldn’t have to go too far to hide away. Getting ready the next night, I got it into my head to wear my little vibe. We’d texted all day, and I’d admitted I had it. That it was my go-to toy. He’d actually heard of it and had used it before. I. I love you too and no matter what I always will." How touching I thought. Time for a reality check. "Okay ladies. I have here a standard master/slave agreement. Do's, Don'ts, what's expected and punishments. Above all however you will not try to change jobs. Get fired, the truth comes out. Quit, the truth comes out. Tell anyone about this outside this room, the truth comes out. Try to run, the truth comes out and I send all this information to anyone that might find it useful. You are in better.