Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer. “So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask. “Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.” ...
The buzzer sounded, indicating someone was at the door of the apartment building downstairs. Before Denise could cross the room to answer it, it buzzed again. “Sweet Jesus,” she muttered. “Yes, where’s the fire?” she asked, unable to hide the annoyance from her voice. “Denise, it’s Britney, I didn’t know where else to go,” came back a desperate voice. “Oh, Britney. Wasn’t expecting you today, why don’t you make your way up and tell me what’s going on,” Denise said. ...
Dean quickly walked through the halls of his old elementary school. Once again he was running late. He’d promised his ex-wife he’d talk to his son’s teacher about his performance in class. Adam’s most recent report card had been underwhelming at best. But, a client called as he was heading out the door and he couldn’t escape the clutches of the office. Dean’s ex-wife heard that excuse one too many times, and it contributed to their eventual divorce. He hesitated to call himself a workaholic, but he refused to confront the actual definition out of fear of proving Sarah right about one more thing. She’d be mad again that he was late to the parent-teacher conference, but she’d never find out. They had been less than civil since the divorce and agreed to share the same room only when absolutely necessary. ...
Dan looked down at his phone to see he had a text from one of his tenants. Texts from tenants normally meant one thing, something he had to go deal with. But, this one at least wasn’t maintenance related. “Hey, running late on my payment this month, don’t know when I’ll have the cash. -Chels” Dan groaned at the text. Not only was it late, but it was like she had no understanding that he had mortgage payments to make with that money. Then he thought back to the lease. ...
Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer. “So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask. “Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.” ...