I drove to our family's favourite place, a little Italian restaurant not far from where we lived. It was where McKayla and I had our first date. They ...new us by name and never gave us menus. We had celebrated anniversaries and birthdays and graduations there. When McKayla died, they sent more flowers and food than we ever could have needed, and refused to take a penny from me. When I tried to slip some money to one of their employees afterwards, I found out they gave it to Hospice in McKayla's. But now I’ve met someone, and I’m, uh, not really sure what to do, but I need to do something for him. Something, uh, big.”“OK, and what kind of relationship is it?”I hesitated, then, looking down, said, “I want him to be my master; I want him to accept me as his slave.”“OK, great. He must be a great guy. What did you have in mind?”**I swallowed hard, looked up at Sir and said, “Please, I’m not sure I can finish this story…”He stopped what he was doing to me, and looked at me and replied,. No witnesses and dangerous settings meant lots of deniability if the company wanted to get rid of a troublesome employee. Since I wanted to be alone anyway, it seemed the perfect arrangement. Now that I had found another lab I was assigned partners, completely out of character for George. Normally he would have just sent me to another area - still a solo. To keep me on the same level, investigating what was obviously living quarters with two "newbies," was definitely suspicious.I stuck my head. “Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?” I asked. “Fantastic, I got this great lady to marry me,” Jake replied. “Hey, I proposed to you. So I got you to marry me, not the other way around,” I said as I got on the bed with him. “Sorry sweetie, it won't happen again,” Jake replied. “Good,” I said just before I kissed him. “Why are you in such a great mood?” Jake asked. “Well I just happen to have a surprise for both of us,” I replied as I handed him an envelope. He opened it and it contained a.