“Brad!” she barked. “I was supposed to get to tell him!”She was interrupted by what might have looked like an assault to a bystander. That bys...tander would have seen the limo chauffeur suddenly grab the beautiful woman who was about to get into the car and crush her in a hug that lifted her off the ground as he swung her around.“Oh Jasmine, I’m SO happy for you,” George gushed.To his surprise Jasmine kissed him on the lips and then laughed at the look on his face. “Thank you George. You’re. " He shakes his head angrily and puts his hand around my throat. He doesn't choke me though, just rests his hand on my throat.I whimper softly, since I know what is about to come next."Where have you been then, slut?" "I was at the library studying Master. You know college finals are this week." I whisper gently. I look up into his eyes just in time to see them flash with anger. I notice him drawing his hand back. "No you weren't. DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME!" He raises his voice just a little. Those radio broadcasts were a business, generating profits in a big way, plus they had other advantages other than a marketing tool, and news outlet. From radio, it was just a small step to television.The Depression Era was a time when America was starving for entertainment. In many cases, it didn’t even have to be good, and people would still listen.There were a few broadcasting networks already out there. With nothing prerecorded, and broadcasts being live, they couldn’t afford to be on more. I wore a red sheer bra underneath as I thought that this was very slutty, I finished with a slash of scarlet lipstick. I arrived early not wanting to disappoint my new master, I sat at the bar with a cocktail, anxiously looking at the men and women in the bar who were eyeing me up, I looked very out of place. Maybe I should have waited outside? Johan walked in with a stranger who I took to be my master, they sat at a table in the centre of the bar, a waitress took their order, then walked.