I kick or hit every wall, door,and chair in our small apartment as Julie hangs onto me trying to calm myuncontrollable anger. Finally my anger is spen... and I collapse on the floorlike a ragdoll, crying for the first time in over fourteen years. While I'mlying on the floor bawling like a damn fool, she pulls the crumpled-up letterout of the garbage and reads it; immediately understanding my frustrationover this very late contact in life with my mother. I am still sobbing as shesits on the floor. She barely nodded her head, before pulling her skirt back down. I grabbed a bottle of bubbly then pulled her to her feet. "Give Dawn a wave, my love, she's watching us."Shyly again, she looked over at Dawn who, with a big smile, gave her a wink and a wave. For a second, she once again looked flustered but then one arm went around my waist and with the other, she waved back.We hadn't got very far outside, just to a sufficiently secluded spot when she stopped me, "I think that I'd like you to. “Not want, you are my sex slave. I mailed your resignation letter to the café. You’ll have a full time job here pleasing me.” He walked to the head of the bed, and wound a crank that adjusted the angle of the bed. I could see more. There was an assortment of racks, and chains and ropes. There were gags and blindfolds and an assortment of sex toys. Before I’d met William I’d had a small vibrator, but I’d tossed it as soon as we’d started sleeping together. The magnitude of his “renovation” was. “We told her you were taking good care of us.”“She didn’t want to talk to me?” asked a surprised Faith.“Oh, she did. We told her you were sleeping. And she said she would be gone another week; something about complications.”This was not good news at all for Faith. She felt her heart sink at the knowledge that her ordeal was to be extended. She would just have to work harder at finding a way to escape. But so far, there hadn’t really been a chance. She had either been locked in that escape-proof.