That’s until I got to Pensacola. The first week I got there I reported on a Thursday and had the whole weekend off. Everything was normal until Frid...y night. I felt like I had been invited to a Roman orgy. Guys were going in and out of girl’s rooms and you could hear the shuttle sounds of love making coming from one too many rooms. At 2300 the whole place was quiet except for some soft moaning coming from a few of the rooms. I thought this was strange, since guys were not allowed in the dorms. I was still wrapped in my towel, blow-drying my hair when I told her to call Eric and see if he wanted to shower with her. ‘Nope, at least not yet. I told you that I’m taking it slow with him.’ ‘Well, I don’t notice you running to the showers, to show off for those four other guys, either.’ ‘Marcy, I do need a shower, but I’ve still got a little time before I have to take one. No sense me messing up stuff for their girlfriends.’ ‘Yeah, that’s an excuse.’ Amanda could tell that I was still a bit. .. laying there, my alarm going off on my phone, this cute 'cat' cuddling with me and my cat, and I just lay there, staring at her, until she yawns, grumbles something about a lousy hooman and alarms, before shuffling about on the bed and just grumbling and mumbling in her sleep, meanwhile my cat meows at me to turn the alarm off and stop being a tense 'hooman', at which point I fainted at the information overload coupled with the overwhelming confusion.-Written in the book on the perspective. I want to watch your eyes while you tell me why you want to submit to Master Mike and endure a very brutal and humiliating lesson 24/7.”“I have listened to what you say about hating what you see in the mirror. Well, I do as well. Except I see you staring back at me. I’ve become you and I would rather do this for two years, rather than become you over the next twenty.”Well said. I couldn’t have felt worse about her decision – this was all my fault.“Besides, think of all the fun we’ll have.