I've already told the story how I was attacked and turned out as a prison woman in there, and how Sherlyn found out about me being a punk from the pri...on staff. She confronted me during her next visit. I tried to deny it but then I started crying like a baby and I admitted to her what I had become behind those wall. I begged and pleaded with her for understanding, but she just stood up and looked down at me. I'll never forget the look on her pretty face, it was one of sheer disgust - like I was. Carol shook her head, remembering the old dance. Susan had invited her here the first time, ostensibly to discuss career opportunities, and it had started just like this. The seduction had been child’s play, Carol having a fetish-like appreciation for tall, strong women, something that had not changed in the intervening years.They had wound up in bed, and spent many nights and a few weekends that way over the year that followed. The sex started vanilla, but as things progressed, Carol found. It was the party Demora had been at.“Stop it, stop the video.”He did, “I’m glad you remember. I want for you to think of it for me now. Close your eyes and remember what it felt like.”She stared at him, unsure of what to do. She knew she was a prisoner. It might be velvet and silk, but a room with no windows and a door locked from the outside screamed prison. She shrunk in fear but pleaded in a meek voice, “But, I thought you said the game was over...”“No games, sweetie. Only truth. Please,. “You’re serious, too, I see.”“Of course. We’ll clear my apartment out this week.”“Birth certificate?”Giggle. “Yes. You?”“I have mine,” I said. “At the house.”We pulled into the driveway. I grabbed a load of clothes from the back seat. Gee picked up Pickles, went inside and put him on the floor. He immediately repositioned himself to the back of the sofa, a vantage point from which he could observe the interesting actions of his staff. That’s Gee and me, emptying her car. Didn’t take long. She.