The best way to have a clean kitchen, as far as Melanie had been concerned, was to never mess it up in the first place. Her diet had been heavy on sal...ad, as she tried to be happy with her figure. Bob cooked specific things he liked in small quantities. Alex was the best chef, because she’d learned to cook for a farm family. She could prepare just about anything, but her preferred cooking vessel was the crock pot she had Bob purchase soon after she started working for him. Ronnie was more like. Anything” I replied in exasperation.Tara smiled and then walked around the desk. She held out her hand, and said “Come with me ... you will do what I ask”.She led me to the lifts, and instead of going down she pushed the UP button.She placed a finger across my lips saying “Do not speak until I give your permission”.Tara had taken on the role of dominatrix - I was submissive to her.We entered the lift and she selected the top floor of the building. Riding the lift upwards in silence I wondered. “Hehe, loosu!” she giggled and pecked at my lips and stood up. She turned around to face Anjan, who was still dumbly looking on, as confused as I am. She undid the nada of her kameez and let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. Then she looked sexily at me and went, “You waiting for a gilt-edged invitation to take my panties off and play with my ass?” and started kissing Anjan, a lot more tenderly than she kissed me, though.I jumped up, confused but mindful enough to pull her panties. She had been my first like-like as agirl. But then I decided I had to get on with my life. At that point, Istarted weaning myself off thoughts of Gina as anything other than agood friend and drummer in our little band. They didn't go awaycompletely. I couldn't just will them away. Mostly what I could do wasturn my mind to other things whenever feelings for Gina welled up frommy heart and painted nonsense images in my brain of the two of usgetting married and traveling the world as a musical duo.