A friend of mine owns a boutique less than a quarter of a mile away from here. You can go down to her shop and she will fix you up with something for ...a costume. If you don't do it, then I can assure you that you will not get a raise this year, nor the promotion that you are hoping for." But I don't have any money! I can't buy a costume?" Well, I'll let you use one of the company's credit cards. Whatever it costs is surely to be cheaper that the cost of you killing the morale of everyone around. She stared at him in the dim light from the electronics and tried to think of what to say. He hadn’t released her arms and she was having trouble breathing, let alone thinking. Her skin was on fire under his fingers and the flames seemed to immobilize her.“I…I thought it…I thought you…” Words tumbled out of Emma’s mouth without making much sense.“I have to pretend it didn’t happen or I can’t do my job. But I definitely owe you some type of punishment for running out on me. Especially with you. – no, please……– come on, don’t be a girl! You do the man!– no…– just confess! You like it? Confess to doing this job each night and a few minutes ago! Was it like that. Ha?– it shames me, ma’am!– no, honey! It’s so wonderful! Yeah? Tell me the truth! I would keep it a secret!– yeahh, escaped from his lips…– ohh, her hand moved and jacked his meat faster: tell me, what are doing you when you are alone?– when i’m alone at home, i imagine…..oh. My god, i imagine a nude babe…..– oh, yeaaahhh?–. He sat on the couch and I handed him his tea and the list from which I had crossed off perhaps a third of the tasks. I knelt before him and felt the sweat behind my knees and in the small of my back. Daddy sipped his tea silently. I looked into his eyes, but I couldn’t read them. Finally, he spoke. “Go get your notebook, Babygirl.” I stood up and went upstairs to retrieve my “lines” notebook from the bookshelf in the bedroom. My face flushed red and my heart began beating. If Daddy made me.