" "Thanks Lynn. How was your evening? "It's a long story. I'll give you the Readers' Digest version. I started with a guy by the name of Terry. It tur...s out he is the father of a student I had two years ago. I remember her because she is a real slut, flirting with the guys almost begging them to fuck her. I was always amazed that the principal didn't send her home to put on something decent. "Anyway, we got physical for awhile. Then I heard the door open and close. A second set of hands were on. A bone connects to another in one's attention, one's awareness of the present. After leading one to the new bone, the old bone becomes a figment of the past, important in the development of the body of life, its experience of the world and its place in it, but not important in the moment. My mother lived in the moment, embracing it, devouring it, letting it expand and strengthen her body of experience until she moved on to the next.The outfit the alderman bought to wear to the party made her. The girl's eyes snapped upward at the sound of a loud metallic click. Trish had attached the matching leash to the girl's collar. "Now come along Dixie there is much to do, and not much time to do it." Without waiting for a word from the girl Trish had the leash in her hands and was pulling her along down the aisles past the collar display and into the back room. The girl had to quickly shuffle to keep up with the leash as it threatened to choke her. The back was half kennels and storage while. ?The guysback home are pretty pleased; we can syndicate this story all around the world.The UN has demanded that we all see the alleged site tomorrow. We?ve got centrestage!?As they talk a long black limo screeched to a halt along side them. Dust billowing up on the shabby streets. It flew thepresidential crest.?How could you?? Yelled an educated African voice of a youngwoman.Stepping from the limo in a flowing gold dress was Kokothe general?s daughter.Rachel gave a gulp of embarrassment her.