I didn’t want to just stare at him forever while crossing the café floor, I did everything in my power to not look at him and when I finally did lo...k at him for the final two seconds of my journey, I could tell that he knew it. Finally, I could read him. I found something in his expression. I was vulnerable. I could tell that he knew he made me uncomfortable. I felt like he was inside my head: that he felt the lovely flips my stomach made whenever his face popped into my head. It was a very. Now he intended to claim all her charms and enjoy her to the fullest.When he arrived home she was in the kitchen cooking. Peggy had willingly followed his orders the last few months, as it had been easier to please him than her boss at her old job. All she had to do was keep the house neat and cook every evening. The only other stipulation was to keep her grades at the 3.65 she had struggled to maintain throughout her five long years of college.Tonight, Darrel was about to increase her. We are at table number eleven. It’s a long rectangular table located in the far back of the hall, where it is even darker and secluded. We are seated in the row that backs up to the rear wall, with a view of the dance floor and the entire room. Everyone at the table seems to like this location as all are mostly standing and partying heartily. The black gentleman is at the end of the back row, our row, in the last seat with no one on his right.As we file into our seats from the left side, Lenora. It was the biggest mistake of my life. I hated it there. I dropped out, and moved back home. I decided school wasn't my thing, and got the job with the limo company. It’s not exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up, but it is a great job. Hours seemed to pass, and I end up playing games on my phone waiting. This is one of the things I dislike about my job. The waiting part. Around one I get a text from Roger telling me they are taking a lunch break, and asks if I want to grab a bite to eat..