"Are you done eating?" He shakes his head, "No, I'm not." He walks back to his bar stool and picks up his third slice. "Melody?" He looks down at his... plate, sprinkled with pizza sauce, "I need to tell you something." Melody looks at him, sets down her pizza and faces him, "You have my full attention, Garren." Garren holds his pizza a little while longer, silent and a little shaky. He finally sets down his pizza and turns toward Melody, "Mel…" He takes her hand and squeezes it, "Mel, I don't. " She smiled. "This whole marriage business kind of set a new standard."So we get back to the house and after the initial outburst from Mom, everyone calms down and I tell them what happened, everything that happened. When I'm finished, Mom looked at Dad and asked him what he was going to do about it. She was real upset with Paul, evidently thought Dad should go speak to him, speak to his father, beat the shit out of him, I'm not sure what. Dad said he wasn't going to do a damn thing about. ‘Did you cum?’ Her body stiffens at the question, but she’s going to be honest. Lying will only get her into more trouble. ‘Yes Sir.’ She is more than certain she’s not going to get a response from her Master any time soon, she goes to the closet and grabs her uniform. She slips the skirt on first slowly, letting it fall into place on her slim hips. Grabbing her bra, she clasps it behind her back and pulls the straps up on her arms. Making sure that it looks right, she slides the shirt over her. They were in the "green room"—the waiting area—of the most popular worldwide late-night holograph show, on which she'd appear within, now, only a few seconds. It was a painstakingly arranged, and widely publicized, appearance. A week earlier she'd called the show's famous host, a quasi-comedian, quasi-pundit named Jerry Tomlinson, from her island home to suddenly offer her presence. Young Igwanda had been obliged to wade through several tiers of Tomlinson's highly protective staff to finally.