When he took off his mask she turned red. "M-Mr. Ranston, I- I should go..." she said suddenly trying to go out the door but he stopped her pulling he... closer. "Please just talk to me, I wont do anything to you."May sighed and sat down her cheeks were still red as he stared to talk to her about the company and how he was getting so much work put on him that he couldn't see his wife, and he wanted May to do some of his work. But she wasn't listen ,her eyes were on him, greedy, she never noticed. She dared me with a glare. “You’re right. I’m an asshole. I can be a real prick sometimes. Mom should have spanked me.” I don’t know where my next thought came from. “Hey, maybe it’s not too late.” “You’ll always be a prick.” “No, I mean, I mean, maybe I deserve that spanking.” She looked confused, but she was listening. “I mean, you should spank me. Now.” I shrugged. “You know, instead of leaving.” She huffed as she walked around me. I tried again. “Look, look!” I got down on all fours. “I. But for decades, we’ve had it good. America is a country where women starve themselves to get thin. Out of vanity. Mexico is a place where women sell themselves to feed their families. Out of desperation. See the difference? Yes, my friends. We’ve got it tough. But others have it even worse so shut up and suck it up. That’s what I tell myself every day. The field of law enforcement is starting to feel the pinch as well. I used to think that when one makes a living as a police officer, a. I’m here to tell you that I have been advised by the Prime Minister that he will be calling a general election and will announce it at the end of this week. Parliament will be dissolved and the campaign will begin.”That caused quite a stir and I sat quietly, lost in the moment and knowing that this was the start of something momentous. The meeting continued for some time and Sylvia held us spellbound as she laid out her plans for the campaign. It was about 2 in the morning when she finally left.