" "Me too," I laughed, a bit nervously. Her mom didn'tcomment, leading me to wonder if she knew I was wearing extensions theyear before, when I was da...ing her son. 'Whatever,' I thought. 'Doesn'tmatter much now.' I briefly considered inquiring after the expectantfather Mark, but decided against it. They went ahead and filled in theblanks anyway."I'm sure you know all about Mark and Pamela," Mrs. McCowan said, ratherapologetically I thought."Uh-huh. I heard they're getting married." Yes, in. I press my nose into my pillowcase to smell the soothing lavender and vanilla I've sewn into the pillow. There are two crates next to my bed, the top one holds books, and the other has a shoe box. In the shoe box is everything I need for pleasure. I select the bottle of lotion I prefer, and pour swirling lines of it on my body, giggling a little as it moves against my skin. I inhale the aroma of it, willing my body to relax. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of my warm hands. It was painful and humiliating. They couldn't care less how I felt about it. They knew when I was brought here dressed the way that I was and then stripped for their amusement that I was not a woman with a will of my own or the will to resist. But then, they must have had this opportunity before with other women that John brought here. That's the only possible explanation for the way the crowd doubled in size when it became known that I was here with John.Each time they stopped me I was forced. I pointed up to a long, sturdy looking crop. The tether on the end looked to be a rectangle of about 6 by 6 inches. "This one. I like this one," I declared. He came from behind me, reached up and took the crop from the wall. "Ahhh, your choice tells me much about you Mikayla. Very much indeed. This is a Thoroughbred crop, used only with racing horses. It is heavy and packs quite a powerful punch. If not careful, a swat with this crop can be very painful. You have chosen well," he declared,.