The house was silent, soI knew everyone was in bed. I wondered what Missy had worn to bed, becauseher bags were still in my room and I knew she hadn't...come in; I'm a verylight sleeper in that regard. I assumed maybe Lynn had let her borrow at-shirt or something. Then I heard it; faint, whispering moans coming fromLynn's room, which was right beside mine. I laid in bed, wide awake, andlistened intently. I could almost make out words. "Oh, god, Missy," itsounded like Lynn was saying. Suddenly,. It looked quite wide. "You're a sissy, loud andproud! No slouching and negative body language with you, you're going tobe trained to be upright and carry yourself with confidence. That's thejob for the posture collar" She fastened the collar around my neck andagain I heard a CLICK, which must have been another padlock fastening.There were a number of small D rings on the collar and she clipped a leadto the front ring before yanking on it."Down on your knees, Molly!" I obeyed. "Basic position!. I also like movies (of all sorts not just the mushy ones!), going out to eat, and cuddling at home - although I don't have a fireplace! I would like to get to know you as I have a good feeling about you and I think we could become good friends. Please write back soon and tell me more... I am intrigued. Paige Over the next couple months, they chatted often, soon making it a regular thing. Each night they would get online and chat sometimes for hours at a time, telling each other how their day. "Oh. I had wondered that there wasn't a different name for the different cashda. It's obvious that they are not the same. So quarterhorse is what you call the smaller ones. What did you call the big ones?" Shaeta asked."Clydesdales, they were normally used to pull things and carry loads, even though they can be ridden too. Most people where I was from were smaller. In fact I was a rather large man there," I said, explaining."I have noticed that what you call quarterhorses seem to be straining.