He was a bit surprised to see a young woman holding a sign with his name on it when he came through the exit at LaGuardia. He had planned to grab a ta...xi into Manhattan. His appointment with Stan wasn’t until 10:30 a.m. and it was barely past nine when the plane landed.The young woman frowned when he introduced himself. She worked in the marketing department at Balsam and Associates and had been tasked with picking up a studio executive at the airport. She wasn’t pleased to be handed the job in. So, it was settled. Josh and Beth would be the official faces of our telethon.But what to call our show? We needed a really descriptive, catchy name. Tim thought and thought. He was so good at thinking!"How about: "We Are The World"?"Tim, that's been done." Well, can't we make it an Africa thing? Tie starving people into it somehow?" No! People in Africa aren't sexually deprived, Tim! They fuck even when they're starving to death! Our audience is the truly sexually miserable and disabled." You. It was getting closer to me being done with school and I was ready to move in with Master. As the time grew closer, Master Ross informed me that he had taken in a sub to live with him and I was still needed but Master's time had to be split between us. Master communicated less and less over the weeks. Master would give me a list of pictures he wanted of me. Some of his requests were difficult because they were in public places and they required another person to take them. I was uncomfortable. H er hair was loose, a thick black mane tumbling to her shoulder-blades,partially obscuring her face. H alf African by birth, her father descended from black slave s, her motherSpanish, Solana had inherited the beauty of mixed races. The slender nose andrich, curly black hair of her mother, the full cheekbones, proud lips and perfectteeth of her father. H er eye s w ere dark brown, lashes long, her browsbold. H er body was strong, lithe, muscular, her skin smooth, the colour ofcoffee. A life.