My master was in a bad mood. I could tell from the way he focused on the road ahead of us, seemingly so absorbed in the task of driving he did not even spare me a side glance for the entirety of the trip.He had good reasons to be mad. Since the very start of the day, things had not happened according to plan. He had been planning this road trip for weeks now, waiting for the one weekend when his job would allow him to tak...

As we approached the small, nondescript building standing among other nondescript buildings in a nondescript neighborhood, thoughts raced through my head. Was I ready to go through with this? With everything that it entailed? With so many possibilities?And how would our interactions with the owner be like? Would it be embarrassing? After all, there was really only one reason for us being there, at that nondescript buildin...