Pamela and I were allowed to chat, as girls would on an outing, as long as we both followed our respective set of rules. She was a sweet girl, and it ...as nice to finally be able to be comfortable with someone, knowing we were in the same lifestyle.We made our way down to a private lounge that the show was playing. The room was dimmed, encouraging everyone to head for their tables. We settled into our horseshoe-shaped booth, us women in the middle, and ordered drinks. As we waited for our. Someone had let rats loose in the basement. The sanitation officials were very displeased by what they saw as an unchecked vermin problem. After that he had sent the staff home and retreated to the nearest bar.He stumbled on his way back to his seat and only avoided spilling his drink when he was steadied by a tall man. "Thanks," he said in a slurred voice to the man."Not at all," the man replied in a surprisingly cultured English accent. "Are you sure you are all right?" He asked."No, I'm not.. "You!" He thundered. "You ran away from us five books of seasons ago. You know the penalty for running away. You will pay tonight." She began to sob.He moved beside Calveen who was standing close to me. "Who is virgin?"Calveen was wary, but said, "None. Our men use the women freely."He nodded at the girl before us, "Her, too?" Her, too." Good. We will use many." Those without collars are available to any man. Those with collars are not." Calveen said.I appreciated his statement, as I didn't. ) As we chatted, she made it clear that this was just to be a platonic relationship. I was disappointed, but wanted to be near this blue eyed beauty. She began talking about the town she grew up in and how she was a few years older than I. Then it struck me, I knew her! Not well, but she had been neighbors with my cousins the next town over and we had occasionally hung out together when I visited them. She finally had to get home to her husband and left. This was in the days before cell.