Because of this fact the President of BSC, Eleanor Grimes Ferguson, had taken the time to talk to Janet and Becky on many occasions to make sure they ...ere ready for this.“You can’t just ‘slide’ into the life of an Absolute” she told them. “You just have to decide, then do it! You are either TOTALLY naked in public or you are NOT!”It would be Eleanor’s call to decide if a girl was ready to take this step. If she thought these girls weren’t ready to do this for any reason at all then they. Pulling the same pair of jeans and the t-shirt he had worn the night before back on, he scribbled a note on the watermarked pad of the hotel. After positioning it under the clock, a place he hoped she would see it if she so much as glanced at the time, he pressed his lips firmly to her forehead. Ill be right back. The sound of a door closing jolted her from sleep. The second her eyes opened, she realized that she had stupidly fallen asleep with her contacts in, again. Vision blurry, she reached. ”“Here you go sir.”“Do you know how fast you were going?”“Uh, I think around 75 I think sir.”“More like 85, the speed limits 65, any reason you felt why that’s not fast enough for you?”“I’m really sorry sir, we just got this car and I wanted to test it out, but I guess I got carried away.”“Looks like you just got your license too, hold on, I'll be right back.”He was in his car for five of the longest minutes of our life. Rita was scared he might be writing her up but I tried to tell her she did. “I — I don’t know…” I stammered. She chuckled. “I do. I’ll pick you up next Friday. Bodily, if necessary.” She set me down and, with a pat on my backside, sent me on my way. That was the beginning. Every Friday night after that she would be waiting for me after work in her conver- tible to take me home with her. A couple of times I tried to resist, but she simply reached out to take my wrist in a bone crushing grip and force me into the car..