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Fights...jealousy
Fights... jealousy...
Jon
The situation with Hazel couldn't be worse.
My mother made everyone into servants, including my fiancée. Typical of her. The problem is that I really don't want to open up to my mother. I've never opened up anything, it wouldn't be now, with an engagement contract, that I'd tell her anything. My mother will never understand BDSM, imagine if she understood an engagement contract? She'd freak out and end up in hospital between life and death!
I arrange to take my mother to one of the most expensive restaurants in the Burj Khalifa, so that she can have the thrilling sensation of dining while watching Dubai from above. About half a kilometer up. I don't see a problem with taking her to Atmosphere, the same restaurant where I took Hazel, because it's five star and that's something my mother likes. I take a shower thinking about why Hazel is so defensive
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