I suppose it was a fact that wasunknown or irrelevant to the others.I arrived early and was set to get to work immediately as the workdaybegan. I was ...nterested in how I would be treated. I knew that I wasbeneath these people and was well skilled in the art of bowing with myhands clasped in front of my lap thanks to Miss Yoshida's training.I learned where my desk was and moved slowly towards the small desk. Irealized the desk was in the middle of my coworkers desks. I wasessentially positioned. I felt her hand stoke my hooded head, even through the thick padding. And then, I felt something placed to my right nostril. A glass bottle, or glass ampule of some kind."Sniff deeply slave," Mistress D. commanded in her husky voice.Without hesitation eager to comply, I inhaled deeply. As I did this, my head began to spin, as if in a vortex."Very good slave," I heard Mistress D. say. I felt the container on my left nostril next."Again slave, sniff deeply," she commanded.My mind continued to. "Apparently that might have been the wrong thing to say."So, you have no commitment to me?" Julie almost screamed."No more than you have to me," I replied in an even tone. "Ultimately, we each have a commitment to ourselves first." What in the fuck does that mean," Julie hissed. "Did you go all fucking Zen Buddhist on me?"I chuckled — at the joke and at Julie's anger. Luckily for my well being, she thought I was only laughing at her humor."No," I answered. "Look, this whole thing with Tara. Human interest stories. Our embattledyouth, et cetera. Am I right?”“Right!” I exclaimed. “And I want to find out firsthand just how depraved they are on account of they’redeprived. Actually, I work for a big tire company andgo places where it doesn’t snow looking for people whobuy snow tires.”“It snows in Texas,” he said.“Not much, I’ll bet.”“I told you they were for mud. I live off the highwayon a winding dirt.