"Where's your sister?" Mom asked."I dunno," I shrugged.As though on cue, she waltzed into the room, dumping the bolt of green felt in an empty chair a...d laying scissors, needles, pins and spools of threads on top. She advanced towards me with Mom's cloth measuring tape in one hand, a notebook and pen in the other. "Okay buster, stand up so I can take some measurements."I did as told, and then it was weird having my sister touching me and pressing against me, using the tape and writing down. .or Karen, or Holly...”Kevin: “Or Oscar?”Michael: “Well no, not gays, I mean guys, well you know what I mean. Everyone will leave their sexual desires out in the open as we do it with each other.”Toby: “Michael, I don’t think it’s a good idea to have this kind of party.”Michael: “Well you’re not invited Toby, cuz nobody wants to have sex with you anyway.”Dwight: “Question! Will there be human sacrifice? I nominate Andy!”Michael: “No there won’t be any human sacrifice people. Just a good. Don't work too hard."She heard him laugh, brushing aside her statement. "You worry too much about me. Hard work never killed anyone." Actually..." I've gotta go, babe," he said, cutting off her retort."All right. Bye." Bye."She hung up the phone with a sigh. He was always rushing around, so much so that she swore one day he would just drop from exhaustion.There was a chirp from her phone that indicated someone was about to talk to her through the speakerphone on her desk."Belle, Mr. Marcus. I pour his drink and grab a tray. Carrying it back to the room, I take a deep breath and enter quietly. He hasn’t moved. His flaccid cock lays to the side. His dress shirt is still buttoned and he’s leaning his head back, his eyes closed. I kneel before him, holding the tray and very quietly say, “Your drink, Master Alex.” My head is down. I see his tattooed hand reach out and grab the glass. I don’t move. I hold the tray completely still and wait. After what seems like a lifetime, the empty.