Aunty Scarlett
Jaimie turned the key to the lavish apartment door and stepped across the threshold. As he did, the routine that his mind had been trained and forced to undertake for the past 5 years, set in. Jaime carefully disrobed from his cheap work suit and carefully folded and placed his folded attire out of site by the doorway. He next pressed a button on a nearby intercom as he spoke into it the words "Honey I'm home" rang trough the apartment. Jaimie sunk to his knees, head bowed, and...