[EPILOGUE: "AT RILEY'S FEET"]

Hours turn to days, which turn to weeks and months and eventually, years. Years and years that blend together as every day is now fundamentally the same. You go to work, riding in the back of Riley's car - and never in the front. You sort of zone out and do your tasks, as well as most of Riley's as well, while she and her friends at work (including Hayley and Courtney as well now, who have both been hired at your job recently) go off to smoke pot behind the dumpster. She loves to take naps in her car before and after her actual break while you do her prep work for her.

She doesn't take a nap during her actual thirty-minute break, though. After your humiliating defeat that day at her house, when you kissed her feet and agreed to be her bitch, she asked the manager if she could have her beak at the same time as you. So even when she wasn't dominating you after work, she could drag you out to her car and demand a foot rub. The first time she did this, you groaned as the salty, cheesy odor of her elegant feet popped out of her socks, slightly damp from a long lunch rush.

"Ahh... life is good~" she said as she sighed with relief, clearly enjoying the perks of having you as her little bitch.