You know? When the welfare checks come out?" Oh!" she said, giggling a little at the reference. "Mother's Day. I get it." If you want to be successful... in this business," he told her, "you'd better learn all the slang terms. You gotta be able to communicate to be effective you know."Her eyes twinkled at his words. "Maybe you could give me a lesson sometime," she said. "I heard you're quite good at that one on one stuff." Maybe I could," he said, returning her gaze.She actually blushed a little,. I definitely knew better, but you know how we all have that little devil inside us? Well, I listened to it instead of my true conscience. I did not have sex with her, so that was a good thing, but what I still did could have blown my relationship with my girlfriend. Let me tell you what transpired.I was at my best friend’s house. We had been working on his old Plymouth, putting an engine in it, souping it up for show and racing. It was going to be one of the best hot rods in town. To say the. Originally from the island of Octunga on the Western African coast, she was a part of the royal family that had ruled for millennia. With her large African island rich in natural resources and somewhat isolated from the rest of the continent, the Mistress really did not have to think about whites. The few thoughts that she had of them were negative and ancient in perspective. They were a tainted, boorish race that thought themselves better than others. They were sadly mistaken and quite. .Mr G went back to his paperAt the back of the shop with his hand at your neck, he was leading you along the shelves forcing you to look at the things you had not bought but should have.Everything was there.You really had no excuse for having missed anything.You were shaking with humiliation and burning with shame.“Buy it all again....ALL OF IT” he growled “and get back with it as soon as Mr G is satisfied with the payment you have for him.“But I don’t have any mo....” you started to.