She knows when I’m working, like, what days I work and it’s the same every week so if she wants to see me she can. Maybe if she comes alone somet...me I could just ask her. I mean I should…and maybe she’s waiting for me to make the move? But how the hell am I supposed to know?? I’ve never made the first move. I’ve never moved if you wanna put it like that. Never dated or kissed someone (not since grade 2 anyways)… I wish it could be spelled out for me and work like a movie. Things always work. "Do you mean 'What's wrong'," Martha asked enunciating slowly.Sean nodded and asked, "Wh, wh, what's wra, wrong Momma?"Martha nodded before preparing to continue. She had worked out this method of helping Sean pronounce his words correctly. Most parents would coo and laugh at their babies mispronunciations of words. Martha, as a school teacher, believed in treating the spoken word with respect. Laughing at mispronounced words were the wrong way to encourage a child. Encouraging correct. Such a beautiful little girl." She smiled at me as she pinched my nipples. "Why don't you just lay back and relax and we'll get you all cleaned up."She pushed my shoulders until I sat back against the side of the tub and then she slid me down until I was almost laying down. "That's my good girl."The water wasn't deep enough to completely cover me. With my legs stretched out flat, the water didn't even cover my thighs. She continued rubbing my breasts and belly. It felt nice, much nicer than. "But you know what? In general terms, I'm thinking that this is about bringing the two of you closer together, just as I suspected."At the time, I couldn't have imagined just how right she was.The next morning, a driver picked me up outside the warehouse. I got in the car to find Wendy already inside. She'd been picked up first. Somehow, I found it immensely comforting that we'd be entering Mr. Choi's office together. It sure beat going alone.The driver escorted us into the lobby of the office.