She didn't quite shatter completely, but she is broken.She sees herself as property. She belongs to Eckert and she likes it that way. She doesn't have...to make the big decisions she's scared of, or worry about tomorrow. Instead she can just deal with everything as it comes, enjoying every minute of life. She acts independently to help others because her owner wants her to.In the short term, for her situation, this is a valid survival tactic and will help keep her alive. Long term, it creates. “I think it’s great. And I have an idea I want to bounce off Max Kaufman if you approve the banner idea.” Cliff grinned at his colleagues and was delighted at their enthusiasm. Plans went forward, although Bill never told him what he wanted to see Max about.It was about six-thirty in the evening when Cliff and Sandy walked through the plant on their way to his car. Sandy had decided that everyone knew where they were sleeping and no one seemed to care, so her contribution to the economy drive. Different. Oh, not much. She's still Jill, but she seems to have lost some of her aggressiveness ... or maybe assertiveness might be a better word."One of Bill's packages slipped, and Jeff flashed a hand out to grab it. "Shit, how do you do that?" Bill laughed as he barely managed to hang onto the other packages he was carrying.Jeff laughed and tucked the package under his arm. "Did they leave anything in the stores?" Not much." Sure you don't want me to take some more of those?"Bill didn't. ” He was gorgeous, and his good looks caused Missy to involuntarily tremble. She accepted his invitation and sat in front of his desk, on a straight-backed, strong wooden, armless chair. He explained the school rules to her, and said he expected her to follow them. He said the school was a big family and any violations were disruptive to all. She noticed a large fraternity paddle on the wall behind his desk. She had heard he used that on the boys who were sent to his office. Girls, she was told.