She composed herself with a deep breath. "Well," she said, "I guess I should be going." Jesse and Mark step to the side and made space for her to walk...between them to the conference room door. Amber smiled as she passed between them. Just as step past them Jesse quickly stepped behind her and grabbed her hips, stopping her. "Oh!" Amber exclaimed. Jesse pulled her back and turned her so she was facing the conference room table. He pushed on her hips from behind and moved her to the table until. It’s like that six days a week. Why do you think that scum bag is pressuring me? Sparks was forcing dad to sell the business for years.”I was about to speak when I saw the sign on the entrance. “Southgate Cemetery.” We were both silent driving through the gates. Going past rolls of tombstones, all perfectly aligned next to each other. A few people scattered around, some putting flowers. Others were cleaning the monuments. Everyone had someone here, who they had lost from one way or. We want to clean up when we feel like it. We want to choose our companions, often based on a five minute conversation late one night, the year before. We want to cram as many people as we can in a small, dingy, dark, grotty flat, and then see if we can drive each other crazy. We want to be grownups.I gave it two days after pinning the note to the fridge. Nothing had changed. The fact was, I knew who it was anyway. I just hadn't been quite obnoxious enough to put his name on the note.The six of. You can take your pick of which term to use, I don't care, titles mean little, and the titles others use mean even less. What matters in life is being obeyed. Unquestioning, unflinching obedience is what makes me happy. So here I stand in front of the door, and from the sounds inside I know that my slaves are not doing as they are supposed to. I can hear them making noise, and I should hear nothing. It would seem that after our last little "episode", the punishments were not harsh enough..