Lesley was now twenty-two years old and attended college. I was pushing forty at the time. She was a receptionist at an off the beaten track motel tha...t dealt with truckers. Lesley's parents owned the motel.My first time there a couple of years back, some big beer-bellied oaf was trying to force himself on this young woman. She looked like a teenager but I later found out she was older. I pulled the guy off of her and he took a swing at me. I hit him hard in the gut and then on the back of the. About then, Debbie Taylor came in and carefully extracted her own term paper. It was in a fancy plastic folder. When she gave it to Mr. Dean, he said, "Second one in. Thank you. I like to spread out the grading of these things if I can." Who was first?" Arthur."She looked at me. "Hmph!" She made the noise in such an exaggerated way that it was clear she intended it to be humorous. She then almost marched back to her desk, extracted a book report from a folder, and posted it on the wall. "I'm. She comes over here to watch porn sometimes when her boyfriend is out or to drunk to give her the sex she wants. Sierra, this is Austin. She is moving in with me after finding her husband sleeping with two other women today." He sat with a satisfied smile on his face apparently thinking he had done something fantastic. "Oh, there is one other thing I should tell you about Sierra. She is an open bisexual and she generally likes to share the women I get, if they are willing, of course."This last. “Teach you…what, exactly?”“Sir, I would like you to teach me how to be a submissive slut for you. I fear that in my 24 years of living that I haven’t truly…LIVED. I feel unfulfilled and alone and I hate this feeling. I feel it all the time other than when I am working, I enjoy – truly enjoy- working for another person, you most of all. I’ve never known why but taking notes, getting coffee, setting up meetings, managing our files, being the person that my boss counts on to make everything work.