I was supposed to get a job.A job!Who were they kidding? Spend all day in a shop interacting with old people, getting sore feet and swollen ankles? Wh...t about slobbing in my room instead and listening to music? Isn't that what teenagers were supposed to do? Wasn't it some kind of universal law of, well, the universe?I could maybe get work at the local sports center teaching swimming to kids. I was good at swimming. I was on my school team, for goodness sake. And gymnastics. And it might be nice. I say, “Hi, may I come in?” You graciously accept with your beautiful hand guiding the way in. You close the door behind me and you take my plaid coat off of my smooth moisturized shoulders. I take in all of the beauty. I stare in aw of your magnificent crystal chandelier. Your incredible winding staircases that end up in the centre, glass staircase with water streaming down, like an endless waterfall. I couldn’t help but notice your wonderful Buddha stature welcoming me, with amethyst and. It would be delivered within the week. Then we met some buyers and I watched Geoff trying to do the job I used to be so good at. I put in the odd comment and each one seemed to help. On the way back Geoff thanked me profusely for it seemed my meagre input swung the deal. I doubted it but he repeated that it was so. Once in the office I asked for the contract we were going to sign. It was a mess, I just knew it without knowing how I knew. I tidied it up and gave it to Judy to retype. Geoff’s. ? You are shaking your head,trying to deny this. I continue. ?Your breasts are exquisite, my dear. AndI have had much enjoyment with these nipples on past nights, have I not?? You reply this time, softly, almost inaudibly, as if only to yourself - ?Ihope so?. Standing back slightly, I slowly run the flat surface of the knife acrossyour right nipple, which stiffens further under the cold steel. This elicitsanother soft ?No, please?, but your breathing is accelerating now, giving youunmistakeably.