I had the house to myself.I got up and looked around my room: no change from last night.I went to the bathroom and had a quick shower. After I dried o...f, I lookedaround for my deodorant and saw it was gone, so I used my brother'sinstead.Fortunately my board shorts, underpants and tee shirt from last night werenow completely dry. So I put them on, since they were the only maleclothes I had.I went to get some breakfast, then texted Julie to say that I was up. Shewas around minutes later."So Sam,". "You have to understand something, Brian. I love working for Joanne. In fact, I've grown to love her over the past year. Not romantically or sexually—she's really not into that—but as a person and a friend. I don't think I could continue to do this job if I didn't love her. But she still amazes me. She was angry and surly when we left here. She did not say one word to Lamar all the way to the restaurant. Then when we pulled up to valet parking and Adam opened her door, it was like a switch was. Then the curves and swells of a nicely built female made themselves known under the light sheet she was covered with. He pushed closer, angling so that he was next to her and looked down.Thick black hair was cut to curve next to her face in wisps that seemed to point toward huge green eyes. Black brows arched above them, now drawn together in pain. A pixyish face, pointed chin and lush mouth completed the picture. A nasty swelling bruise marred creamy skin across one cheekbone and down to the. Hilary was a friend I had known since school days. She loathed Sylvia and, more importantly, the life that Sylvia and I shared, not because she was opposed to lesbian relationships but because she knew I was Sylvia’s submissive and that I obeyed her and what Hilary considered to be oppressive control. I don’t normally tell people about my nature because few understand but I’d hoped Hilary would. She didn’t. One of the rules I follow is that I ask Sylvia if I may meet people, not people at work.