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6 The Van conclusion

... just saved you a trip out back, is all.” As his mom was going inside, another of the waitresses came around the corner. She had obviously been servicing, and when she saw the van, she came hurrying over with a worried look on her face. “Master Brad, I...” she said, then stalled when she saw it was Brain instead. She looked very confused. Brad shut the van off and got out. “I'll come inside with you so you don't get fired.' he said. “Thanks.' she said, relieved. “I got run off at the truck stop, and this is the last good place in town to earn my punishment.” “You're being punished, too?” he asked. She nodded. “Well, as of today, all of Brad's punishments are forgiven.” he told her. “I'm your new Master.” “Yes sir.” she smiled. “Thank you sir!” “What time does your shift end, Liz?” he asked, reading her name tag. “Two am, at closing time.' she told him. “Well, if you're being punished, where have you been spending your nights?” he asked. “There's no truckers to doss down with here.” “I have a blanket behind the dumpster, if I can't hook up with one of the customers.” she told him. “Which is most of the time. A lot of the customers here are married. Most of them.” “Well, you can go home tonight.” he told her. “Also, half of whatever punishment money you've earned so far is yours now. How much do you have?” “I only have fifteen thousand of it.” she said. 'I know, I've been here for two months already, but that's all of it, I swear!” “How much was your total again? Fifty ...

... thousand?” he asked. She nodded, looking at the floor, ashamed of herself for doing so poorly. “You don't have to give me half, and you can go home tonight. Tomorrow, you go shopping, and only a third of that money is to be spent on lingerie for men to look at. The rest is to be spent on things you want, no cars. Have fun with it.” he told her. Her eyes lit up like it was Christmas and all her birthdays rolled into one, and gave him a hug. There was a stir in the kitchen, and an older fat man came bustling out, wearing greasy whites and a paper hat. He had a spatula in one hand still. “What is going on here? Liz, get your ass back to waiting tables, or you're fired.” he snarled, then looked at Brian. Most of the starch went out of him with a single look. “Well, if it isn't asshole Mal.” he said. “Who are you?” Mal asked, looking at Brian suspiciously. His eyes were quick to note the bulge of the guns. “I'm Lilly's son Brian.” he told him, and Mal's eyes got bigger. “You sure grew up, kid.” he said respectfully. “Last time I saw you, you were just a little pipsqueak.” “Is that what made you think you could treat my mother like shit?” Brian asked, his voice menacing. “Hey, I was just doing my job.” Mal said sullenly. “Is there a problem here?” a big guy asked, muscling his way over to the little scene starting to develop. A lot of customers were looking. “There's no problem at all, Jake.' Brain said, without taking his eyes off Mal. “How did you know my name?” Jake asked, confused. “I ...