Still, in this neighborhood, who’s gonna listen? She reached back into the workings, feeling for the wires… After a moment, she stopped. She took ...er penlight and flashed it down into the area she’d opened up, and a chill crept up her spine. There were no wires. There was no ignition circuit for her to hotwire. The driveshaft was fake. Suddenly, she decided to get out of the car. She wasn’t sure what she’d stepped into, but it wasn’t what it was supposed to be…and she didn’t want to stick. ‘No!’ she cried. ‘Graham, you can’t let her go – it’s a recipe for disaster. She’ll find someone–’ ‘Colette, calm down. Look, she’s not her sister, she needs this chance. If she finds someone else, that’s life, I can’t stop her taking this opportunity, now can I?’ ‘No,’ she said on reflection. ‘I suppose not, but I don’t see this ending well for you.’ ‘As I said, that’s life. Que sera, etc.’ She wandered off, subdued, leaving me to try to concentrate on my own work. While I might have sounded. She awaited the entry, unable to move, her nerves coming apart? right on theedge. ?Get up. We?re going to have a littlechat?, he undid the neck collar and handcuffed her hands behind her once again,She was led upstairs, along the hall, to a large room.In the centre of the room, from the ceiling, hung a heavy chain, the end ofwhich was fastened to the chain of her handcuffs. Using a winch, the chain wasraised? until, Miriam?s arms were uncomfortablypulled up her back under strain, bending her. It all felt ridiculous to him, but heworked on it as hard as he could for fear of Bianca finding out that hewas not trying his best.In addition to training him to act like a woman, Eric found that hispersonal stylist was actually going to quiz him on popular culture.Everyday he had to read several entertainment, style and woman'smagazines, and he was tested for his retention of it each day.His personal stylist would hold up pictures of various celebrities, andhe was required to repeat the lines.