For you are Missy, have always been Missy, a sweetie and a honey pie ofa girl. Relaxed and calm and serene, floating more easily through lifewith more...fun and joy.It is done baby.From now on you will be proud. Missy is your real name, your given name,the only name you will want to answer to from now on. You are a goodgirl and proud of your name.Go forth and enjoy, Missy.From now on, whenever anyone asks you your name, you will tell them,"Missy." That has always been your name, the only name you. My heart is beating a mile a minute as I reach thebottom of the stairs.It seems like forever, but only a few minutes have passed when I hearMistress' car coming up the drive. I open the garage door, and she pullsin. I'm so excited to see her as I rush to the passenger side door. Iopen the door and courtesy. With a big smile I say, "Good morningMistress Alison," and with that I turn around twice allowing Mistress toinspect my appearance. As I complete my final turn I see the smile onMistress'. This sent me right back to sleep.At six, I was outside going through forms to my internal music, relaxing while considering the disturbing thoughts of not having Bobby and what that would mean to me.As I went through my stretches and exercises, I also considered what it would be like to not have Wanda with me either. I think I was equally disturbed by both thoughts. I really did enjoy having Bobby and Wanda as housemates, as well as bedmates. I had committed myself openly to Bobby, but had only. They clung to hope no matter how desperate or foolish it was.Then there were those who embodied the nightmare around them, like a chameleon blending into its environment. Their former selves poured out of them like overturned bottles and were replaced with a concoction of madness and horror. The people in the basement were the last kind. They chose to hide away in the deepest, darkest pit, to bathe themselves in insanity and become as evil as whatever was oppressing them. After all, how could.