”Mr. Freeman’s raised his eyebrow slightly. “You mean a bonus?”“Something like that, sir.”“I don’t think it’s in the budget to pay y...u a bonus.” said Mr. Freeman. Angela wasn’t quick to give up her well-deserved raise. She rebutted. “Please sir, you’ve been working me real hard.”“Working you real hard?” He began to stare at Angela.“Ms. Garcia, I haven’t worked you as hard as I possibly can, you haven’t earned a Christmas bonus.”“What can I do to earn one?” asked Angela sensually.Mr. Freeman. The leader said, "Please make yourself comfortable."I replied, "I am not going to be comfortable until I find out what isgoing on! People will miss me, there will be questions!.The leader responded, "I doubt that Mr. Morris, we done a thorough checkon you."Deflated, I sat in a chair thinking "well he nailed it, nobody would missme". I worked by myself since having been caught up in the collapse ofthe accounting firm that I had been a partner in. It was ironic that Iwas the ethical one in the. He was agreeable for a meet and so the game was afoot. Ironically he was partly responsible for the lag as trust issues gave Hunny Bunny some pause, she was not sure how an outside experience may impact on our very well cultivated relationship, and she was protecting it fiercely. Maybe it was the fact that cruelly we were denied hanky panky time for a long while, and she was certainly in dire need of a good old fashioned rutting, and that may have made her more agreeable, I didn’t really care,. " I said, "Do what, this is thetwenty first century, parents don't pick out future wives for their sons,maybe when you were young, but not know". They just smiled at me andsaid, "It has all been arranged between the parents, your future wifelives in London, and we have arranged for you to meet her when youreturn".I was totally stunned, angry, and even upset. This was my life and Iwould do with it as I wanted to, and that was final. What a joke thatwas. No matter what I said, what tantrums.