******** Marsha and I did not have any relationship at all outside of work. We were friends, soon very close friends, but not lovers. She was in no wa... emotionally ready for another relationship, and I probably wasn’t really either. We were two fairly angry people who were unhappy about our early skirmishes in the life long ‘Battle of the Sexes’. We got along well as friends and co-workers, but even an accidental overly long hug would trigger in each of us the urge to retreat. I got to often. She is trying to be the reporter, always analytical. I wondered how long that was going to last. Perhaps forever, perhaps not past tomorrow. ?It’s a training program, pure and simple.? At this, I stood and clasped my hands behind my back and knew I was about to lecture. And she was completely in my view again. ?We train concubines, servants, slaves, fuck toys, whores, sluts, or whatever you want to call uncompensated human beings that are owned, controlled, used, abused and held. She complimented me on how well Icould pass, what a girl I was. My career was over, if she wanted it tobe, or it could become whatever she wanted.Rhonda somehow got control of community relations and had metransferred from operations, now her uncontested domain. Then, shetransferred me to an admin office she had set up near her high-risecondo. I was Blair, the newest "ComRel" representative. Fluffy, not apromotion track, filled with social types, girly-girls, Rhonda had sentme a message. Get. As she slid into her seat, Josie turned and smiled at her.“Thanks for coming on the trip. I hope you had fun.”“Thanks, Josie. I wouldn’t have missed it. I think I might have even learnt a thing or two.”On the coach back from the airport, Hannah suddenly realised there was a lot of noise coming from the back of the bus. She stood up and turned to tell everyone to calm down but was met with a loud raucous cheer and a few wolf whistles. Just then, her phone started buzzing. Message after message.