’ ‘That’s right,’ I said, impressed. I wasn’t accustomed to people making the connection, most of my peers weren’t familiar with Greek his...ory. ‘Actually just my mom – she’s a history professor. I think my dad was steamrolled.’ He laughed again, squeezing my hand this time, and my smile widened. He had a gorgeous laugh, and it was thrilling to know that I could elicit it from him. ‘But at least it’s better than naming us, say, Clytemnestra or Medea,’ I continued, grinning. I’d made him laugh. Youneedn't worry about those."Pat said, "Jack has been very generous babe. Don't worry about your job,I called them and told them you quit."Quit my job? How would I live?Jack said, "We will leave you and give you time to decide. If you comewith us, I will provide all of your needs but you must obey my everycommand cheerfully and without hesitation. Either way I have alreadychanged your life forever donna." They walked out of the room hand in hand. I laid there pondering my fate. What would I. Years of building a smallwardrobe and I have nothing to wear! One day I'll have a walk in closet,with row after row of dresses, skirts, tops, pants, lingerie...andshoes! Heels, wedges, boots, even sneakers and flip flops. Dressers fullof bras, and panties, and thongs, and damnit what the hell am I going towear for Sean? I shake my head and take my box of feminine treasures(conveniently covered and hidden by other boxes) out and pour my clotheson the bed.After a few minutes of rearranging. ? You know anybody there?”Curtis turned his head away and looked out the side window.“No,” he quietly said.“So what you gonna do? Where are you goin’?”After a beat, Curtis said, “I don’t know. I don’t know, Titus. Okay?”Titus was quiet. He was deciding if he really wanted to say what he was thinking. He decided he did.“Would you like to go with me?”“To Bakersfield? What the fuck’s there for me?”Titus cocked his head and glanced at Curtis.“I mean stick with me. Go wherever I go.”“To.