One weekday, Ashley subtly convinced me to show her the latest refurbished room. As the door opened, I spoke up, “We’re not messing up this room b...fore the weekend!”Ashley laughed as Sheila came out of the bathroom and said, “All clean in there Master. What’s next?”Ok, maybe a little messed up isn’t a bad idea. This was the first time I had seen Sheila in a while, everyone kept her busy. I was still pretty annoyed she had thought to steal from us. She teased me mercilessly as she went around. I was away somewhere again…" shelooked at me indulgently and then she leaned forward and kissed me on the leftcheek, the nearest one to her, the good one and then she touched my face, "D'you want to sit down? You look tired, so tired…" I did my bestto smile even though my whole face seemed to rebel against it. "Do you mind?" She shook her head and there was no judgement in her expression.For the first time I looked around me properly. It was a crisp night, our breathwas turning to steam as soon. We need to send the message that we the people want to hold emergency elections and put a mayor and leadership in city hall..." BOOM! Again the ground shook.The people toward the rear of the crowd began to get nervous as they witnessed several people running from the neighboring side streets. "There are two giant women over there!" several of the fleeing people shouted in a frenzy. Some protestors started laughing, but others walked a few yards back to investigate. They did not need to. BOOM!. He tried putting his hands up to block the punch but was too slow. I heard some women scream as my fist caught him hard against his left cheekbone. Luckily for him, and probably me too, the guy at the table behind him was getting up to intervene and was able to break Wexler’s fall to the hardwood floor. At the same time I felt hands grabbing at me from every direction.“The mother fucker is sleeping with my wife,” I yelled.“Okay, okay, maybe he deserves it, but not in here,” I heard someone.