"What about my breakfast?" he asked. I pulled my hand back off of his."Ok," I started as I realized that work had to come first even if that was what I thought I was doing, but hewanted to eat instead. I started to think if we had everything for what he requested. I think I had the oats, but Iwould have to go to the store for more things for his salad. "I will need to go to the store for more fruits," I toldMr. Stroker as I now stood on the other side of the bed. I reached for my underwear and the rest of my clothesthat I wore the night before."What would you like in the salad Mr. Stroker," I asked him as I started to get dressed. I was surprised that I felthurt at being told to make him breakfast instead of helping him bath, but I pushed it back as I tried toremember if I had enough cash to cover a small water melon, some seedless grapes, maybe a honeydew andsome pears. I didn't bother putting back on my jacket but walked to the foot of the bed to get my shoes. When Iwas done, I was slightly surprised that he was still in the room."I shouldn't be too long," I told him before turning to leave the room without looking at him. I didn't mean tonot look at him, I just didn't. I stopped in the kitchen to double check what I did or didn't have and thenchecked my pocket to make sure that my new debit card was still in there. I was missing more than I thoughtand I might as well get some stuff for lunch too.As I reached for the doorknob to exit the apartment, I thought I saw Mr. Stroker out of the corner of my eyestanding in the hallway, but that couldn't be right. He should have been in the shower. I hurried out to thestore, so I would really be back before too long. As I lightly jogged down the block I realized that he didn't tellme what fruits he wanted.----------
Please don't let him be there waiting for me,
I wished as I opened the door and looked passed the kitchen andinto the living/dinning room.
I said to myself as I breathed a sigh of relief at not seeing him there. I hadhurried as fast as I could, but I couldn't find something for a while, then I was in the checkout lane for morethen ten items and people in front of me had more than fifty. I carried one bag inside then went back for theother two.
I can start the oatmeal and it would be done quickly, then I can start making the salad by the time he gets out
, Iprayed. With the door closed, and my shoes off, I turned towards the cupboards. I would put everything awayafter I used them. I had just picked up a pot and was walking towards the sink to get some water when I heardhim."David," he said sounding not so happy."Yes, Mr. Stroker," I answered as I slowly turned to face him."Put down that pot and come here," he said. I felt a little sick as I did what he told me to do. I stopped like fourfeet away and he just looked at me. He didn't look close to happy at all."Strip," he told me in an even tone. I unbuttoned my shirt and held it in my hands as I undid my pants beforepulling them off. He took them from me and threw them at a bar stool that I think was behind of me. "Thattoo," he stated as he pointed to my boxers. I didn't know what was going on, but I felt like I was going to bepunished for getting back late from the store. I thought about explaining why I was late as I pushed my boxersdown my legs, but I didn't think he was a man that wanted to hear excesses. I held it in front of me when I was