So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day...and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No,. We where having a great conversation. I don’t know if it was me leading it or her but we ended up slowly talking about sex. As I said, it was one of those too good to be true ‘I met a horny women’ conversations and I expected to get blown off at any time. Especially given my ‘post college’ track record thus far. I noticed she had a wedding ring on and asked if she was married. She said yes she was married but she was continued to be pretty suggestive. It turned out she was not only married but. "Annie, I'm not really a receptionist, I work as one but I'm really anundercover FBI agent and I had to look into Mario's background and now hehates me," Brenda said and the tears started all over again.Annie held her girl, she had come to think of Brenda as more than just afriend, she had become a surrogate daughter and she hated seeing her likethis."I would think he would be proud of you for having such a dangerous job,did he do something wrong?" Annie asked."No, he got in some trouble when. Without being asked, I lean forward, kiss each shoe and whisper, Welcome home, master. You make no reply but grab a handful of my hair and drag me to my feet. I cant help but cry out, even though I know this will make you more angry. Maybe I do it on purpose. You yank my hair, forcing me to look up into your dark eyes. You look me up and down with disgust, and I begin to feel a familiar tingling sensation between my thighs. Did I TELL you to speak? your mouth is right beside my ear now, I feel.