I think you know my parents..." I know who you are. Your dad talks about you all the time. I'm Kim Morrison; my friends call me Kimmy." Well, Kimmy," ... smiled hoping she would consider me her friend. "What say we get the spare out and change this tire so you won't be late for that job interview?" Sounds good but the stupid spare is flat too. I'll never make it to the interview," she said sadly.Even mad and sad she was the sweetest looking girl, or I should say woman."Look, wait here and I'll go. The paralysis that had been holding her broke. With a trembling voice she whispered, “Pumpkin?” The cat walked to her, gave her leg a head bump and another “merrrow.” Looking up at her as if to say, “Yes. Who did you expect?” it sat down and began grooming its paw.She knelt to the ground, gentle laying her bundle to her side, and pulled the cat into her arms. “Punky ... how can you be here? You went away. But you are here. What. How...” Her voice tapered off to silence. She buried her face into. I was taken from my inner thoughts as my boss said to me:Tonight you are my slave. And your name when we are doing these games is Slave G and my secretarys name is Slave S. And I am Ms boss.She said all that as if it was the eleventh commandment of god. And I and Slave S obeyed when she told us to take our clothes of. When we where standing there naked she told me to put my hands behind my back and when Slave S had tied my arms I was to lay down on the couch on my back. I obeyed.As I lay down. She'd walked barefoot around the ward and even briefly into the surrounding gardens.Each night, she was secured to the bed and headphones placed upon her head. Tiny voices whispered in her ear, too quiet for her to make out the words. Overlaid with that was a low subsonic hum that matched her alpha rhythm perfectly. Slowly, she started to come to terms with her captivity."Why are you doing this to me?" she asked casually, lacking sufficient energy to provide anything more than a token.