That statement got me listening very carefully."The old man is going to retire at the end of next week ... and hand full control over to Salim"."Oh sh...t..." I gasped."Yeh ... tell me. I'm gone ... finished" she said in a hushed tone."Salim ... made a pass at me. I slapped his face and threatened to tell his father" she explained."I know he is going to sack me"."That little prick" I growled.Jodie laughed."What? ... Did I say something funny?" I queried her.She grinned before she explained. Because my wife hired a good one, she got the house, and most of our joint bank account. All I had left from twenty years of marriage were a few good memories, a larger number of bad ones, a car dying of old age, our smaller TV, an old radio, my clothes and books, some furniture for my apartment, and the love of my daughter. After she graduated from high school, Sally got a job at a department store, and continued to live with her mother. I was afraid my ex-wife’s lover. A. Ember steps out onto the stage and addresses her fans. “Alright! Like, are y’all ready to get down and boogie?” The fans respond with a loud roar of cheers. Ember turns her back to the fans, as he look changes to that of pure disgust. “I can’t believe I have to act like a fucking blonde bimbo just to get them to chant my name.” she says to herself, as she looks at her back-up dancers. “Alright, let’s make this good! I want them to scream out my name! HIT IT!!!” The music blares loudly. It was not the most well-lit room in the world, but as he adjusted to the gloom, he began to notice two things. One, that he was nude, and two, that he was secured into a chair by steel manacles on his ankles, thighs, waist and neck. His arms, oddly, were free.“Awake at last, I see,” Purred a feminine voice from nearby.He moved his head about as much as the neck restraint would allow, but she was walking around to stand before him anyway. She was a tall woman, with long brown hair and a nice.