SHE

Directors often complimented on my improv acting, my hidden card as my team put it, I was good with blending in to situations, no matter how shocking they were. Even when my Dom brought me into this impossibly sticky situation, I don’t swivel my head in his direction, I reel in my surprise, he would explain himself later, for now, the situation has to be handled.

I knew the man was his adoptive father, and from his stiff position, and his 360 change in countenance, I knew he didn’t like the man, or like being here.

Abed glanced up at the security I saw upstairs, and nods, he walks to the sofa opposite his father, I sit with him, my legs tucked under me, my spine straightened. We were after all, in a hostile environment.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your bitch?” the man asked, the creepy smile still on his face, as his eyes raked me up and down, disgust washed over me. I create a mental to do list, get home, get out of these clothes and burn them. Grace would have to forgi