" Be my guest."I sat there thinking, not really paying attention to Joann's endless dribble about the guys in our class and who was going with who, an...d who was breaking up. I had more immediate concerns. I had to find out what year it was. I had no clue how old I was. What grade I was in."Shit, I don't even know what classes I'm taking; where I have to be this morning. How am I ever going to do this? I looked down in my lap and there staring me in the face was my answer; Algebra 1. If Anne has. He does not take care of you. He is a stupid man.”“He’s a golfer,” I explained.“Ah, if I had the choice between being with a beautiful woman or hitting a little ball with a stick, I would select the lady, I think.”“Oh, so you think I’m beautiful?”“Undoubtedly, you are a very attractive woman, you must know this.”It was the first time anyone had complimented me on my appearance in years and I was flattered. I’d worked hard to regain my shape after Sam was born and Ron hadn’t even noticed.Holger. Please keep me ... please ... please..." she broke into incoherent sobs at this pointShe had dropped her head to my chest. I held her as she quietly cried. I probably should have been worried about drawing attention, but at the moment, I just did not care. I was torn. On the one hand, one of mine was in emotional pain, and I had a burning need to protect her, to make it all better. But, on the other hand, this was my slave, and she had obviously fucked up bad. That wasn't going to be good for. She had to know before they gotmarried that he had that temper." "I don't know. There is so much difference between the two of usthat he and I are not even close friends. I think he has maybe twopeople at work he is close to, but that is all. He knows most ofthe others can't stand him so he avoids them as much as possible." "That isn't a surprise either. Most of my friends couldn't standhim. I never noticed it until after our divorce and they told me. I wonder whose shoulder he is going to.