I leaned over my desk to catch the last sight. Sitting back i was mesmerized. I ran through the cv the interviewer brought me. Her name was nozi. had ...a few years experience on the job. as the day passed we sat down talking during tea and lunch getting to know one another.3 weeks passed as she pitched up one day late. apologising as it is due to a break up with her bf. we talked as she started bursting into tears. i walked over to comfort her not knowing wat to do or say. she looked up at me. So, I would have to act appropriately.I arrived in time for the morning service, intentionally missing Sunday School. I wasn’t a kid, and I figured it would be easier not to start an argument this way. I sat in the pew that Calvin and his parents usually occupied, all the while noticing another family had claimed it. I sat on the end of the row, closest to the center aisle and thus the exit. That being the prime spot in any pew because when the service was over, you could get up and leave.The. ” You smiled at me. “From now on you will refer to me as mistress. Understood?”“Sigh. Yes mistress...” I sighed sarcastically.Immediately you smacked me across the face. “Okay, bitch! Don’t get an attitude with me already! You know what? To cement this fact in your little head, get across my lap!”You sat down on the toilet and patted your legs. ‘Fuck. She isn’t really gonna spank me, is she? She knows I have a bottle inside me, causing me pain. Maybe she’s gonna help me.’ I thought by the time. "Go back! I saw something!" Did you see him?" Back up!" I sorta commanded and Jeremy did it, rolling the car backwards until we could look down one of the alleys that people used to reach their driveways.We lived in a really old neighborhood and there were a lot of odd little roads that just went behind old houses that had been built before everybody had cars. Garages had come as a surprise to this part of town and people built them wherever they could, you know? It was kind of sad and.