“Sarah?”She stirs slightly, her hand moving to her face. “Ross?” She says, struggling to sit upright. “Ross?!” She scratches at the blindf...ld as she cries out desperately.“I’m here, baby,” I say as she tears it off.Panic flashes across her face, “What’s going on?”The door clicks and opens. A tall, dark skinned man walks in, probably a good few years older than me, and locks the door behind him. He’s barefoot, wearing only jeans and a white t-shirt spread across his broad shoulders. He turns to. ’ She was not about to reveal the details, her real childhood memories as a willful girl, who learned through many humiliating beatings that her father would accept nothing less than submission, of the lack of open support from her mother or the cruel attitude of her brother. ‘We were very poor by your standards, but we had plenty to eat. I spent most of my time in the fields, exploring them when I was young and then working in them when I was around twelve. ‘Modern times were catching up to. You know, see how they are treated and see what I can find out.’ ‘Jack, that’s a wonderful idea. We are about to open a new location down in Palmdale. You will be the new regional manager. That way you can interact better with the management staff yet find out how the caregivers work. Hell you can kind of do both since no one knows you.’ Down in Los Angeles, where Jim’s division was, one of his caregivers, Angela Garcia walked into her office to get a new assignment. Her previous patient had. It was probably a good thing that no one knew what I had been up too the last few weeks. I expect I had done something to get me investigated if not jailed.After I was suitably and conservatively dressed, I drove to the drive through window at the Krispy Kreme donut store. I loaded up on compact, empty carbs, and sugary bombs. Sam had worked for Jeff for almost twenty years. In that time he had come out of the closet, and gotten even more gay, if that were possible. He had also gained a minimum.