Proof? I didn't have to pay her. I accepted, as much as I didn't like it, what she was."I'm sorry, Nat," I said dully, "Its so early and I'm-" Here, Y...vin," she said, handing me a bottle of Seagram's Extra Dry Gin. I grabbed a high-ball glass, poured six fingers in, and tossed it back. It was ok going down. I felt it hit my stomach, and I felt better. A lot better. I drank some more. And a little more.After a few drinks, Nat took the bottle out of my hand, and led me over to the bed. She undid. ” “Practice.” I reminded her, reaching up to correct the position of her fingers again. This time Sue looked at me, not our fingers. The look in her eyes was suddenly intense and the temperature in the room soared even before she said, “If I take the guitar away, would you keep your hand there?” I resisted the urge to swallow and simply nodded. Sue carefully pulled the guitar away with one hand and placed it next to her while I remained on my knees and kept our fingers entwined. Her eyes. I bet she'd fit down a more chimneys than the fat guy. The company had had a good year and she gave everyone the exact same bonus: a $1000 U.S. Savings Bond. I tucked mine into my jacket pocket and thanked her very much. She thanked me for working so hard this year. And she meant it. Just as she meant it for every person in the company she said it to.Darby O'Shaunessy was imbibing entirely too much champagne. She was leaning on people and laughing at absolutely anything they said. She. So you can forget about all of that! This is your new life and it’s just beginning.”As he explained this all to me I started to cry. But crying was something that my scary host disliked and He quickly shocked me into stop doing and put me back into a state of fear by screaming at me.“SHUT THE FUCK UP! STOP THAT CRYING SHIT BITCH! The reality here is that you done fucked up! Walking into that office was the last thing you should have done! Now yo ass belongs to us! Now you’re in The Factory! And.