I was making really good money off the bakeries, the store and the pastry shop. Still, I was proud of what I’d accomplished, proud of the difference...I was making in the community. I agreed to meet them in three-week’s time.The first thing I did was talk it over with my advisors. Both Grandmas, Dan and Jose, Ms. Chen, Michael and Miguel. The consensus was that I should help them if I could.I rented a big van and they all traveled with me. They dropped me off, saying they wanted to see the area. There were many good reasons why I'd picked Joyce instead of Ellen. I knew none of them would satisfy Shirley.I was aware that Shirley was really asking me why I didn't do what she had wanted me to do. I could tell her all of my good business reasons, but I knew that wouldn't matter much to her."Well? Why didn't you give her the job?" When you quit, Shirley, my father wondered what I was going to do next. If I had hired Ellen, just because she was our friend, or because that was what you wanted. No response. Nothing. I can't even tell if he is still in the room with me. I moan again this time in loud frustration. Petulant. Pouting. It earns me a stinging slap to my left breast.I yelp in surprised pain. My entire body flinches convulsively. Tears flow, soaking the blindfold. Something brushes the fingers of my left hand. His thigh! Desperately I stretch my fingers, seeking him. But he is gone again and I am left alone with my sniveling echoing loudly inside my head. I don't dare move. You were afraid I would judge you. Hmmm. You do know you’re in for a treat tonight?**She rolls a joint. ‘Not for now. Bring it upstairs.’. Heart beating. A warm shower. Tensions releasing. Our naked, wet, warm bodies against one another. She takes me in her hand. Erect. Wait here. She leaves.A few minutes later: ‘Come’.She hung a sheer d**** around our baldaquin bed. The fireplace in the corner of the room radiates warmth throughout the room. Everything basked in an orange, flickering light..