That information allowed me to build the framework of the story, but the meat of the story is from my imagination.I have never known the why. After I ...aught Helen I asked her why and all I got was an indifferent shrug. So, as you read these stories bear in mind that they actually did happen; maybe not exactly as I've portrayed them, but they did happen.The Dishwasher and The Pizza Man.I met Helen when I went to where my mom worked. Mom's car had broken down and was in the shop and I had stopped. The athletic blonde with the sculpted tomboy cut… Jaylee knew her from Cherry’s recent exhibit–Emily? Erica?–where the girl had checked her out brazenly over a champagne flute. Fuck. The third girl–Hispanic–had long hair splashing over one tattooed shoulder, head close-shaved and patterned in zigzags on the other side. A stranger to Jaylee, but not, she imagined, for long.‘Shame to undo such exquisite work,’ May said, tapping Jaylee’s arm and touching the finger to her tongue. ‘However. .. broke the clinch, gasping with the intensity of it. At least, I was. Tiffany seemed to have a glazed expression."I should not have done that," I said."I'm glad you did," she answered. "Master ... I want you to know ... I belong to you. I am yours, however, whenever you want. As your slave, as your servant, as a toy, as a lover. Whatever you need, whenever you need it." That's ... I don't know what to say..." Master, I trust you. Do you know why?"I shook my head, still stunned by her. " Jimmy, you're scaring me." Don't be scared, BC, I'll be fine and I promise, he's going to be doing his best to get away from you as fast as he can. But if I'm wrong, I want you to be safe no matter what, so once he's gone, straight to the truck, okay?" Kiss me," she said.I kissed her and said, "Okay, I'm going to wander over to the next stall, then you do your thing. Can you do this?"She squeezed my hand. "Yes. Jimmy, be careful okay?"I kissed her cheek and moved away toward the next stall.