She was glad of course that her body had no scars on it anymore, and that even her puss and her nipples looked like nothing had happened to it. Howeve..., in some way, it scared her also, because if they somehow had managed to heal her body like this, it would also mean that they could do anything to her and heal her back to perfect health, to do it again. She even wouldn't have any evidence of it when they would release her ... someday ... she hoped.Then her thoughts were disturbed by the door. We talked about fashion and makeup. It was lovely to have someoneto share that part of me. I wasn't fully recovered from my lapse inletting her make that uncomfortable discovery, but she seemed acceptingand I needed acceptance. She kept hinting that she wanted to take meshopping fully dressed up "how I wanted to dress" but I was more thanreluctant."Okay," she relented. She didn't seem upset or disappointed. Justaccepting.I finally let Bonnie see me dressed up about three weeks following. The phone rang and then went into voice mail. My heart sank. Shit. I left a message stating that I had done everything she had asked. I hung up and called again and still no answer. I sent her a text with about a minute to go. Then I got a text back: Slave: Very good, B at my apartment at 9:30AM next Thursday. Do not be late. Have a pleasant week. Will send instructions throughout the week. You are to be in bed by 9:00PM every night, and you may not get up before 6:00AM. Sleep well, slut. You. I was taken to a place called the stream of lee. An old battleground where warriors went to train. And there we trained for a full lunar cycle. I learned how to fight, use magic and in turn I taught her how to use a bow. It was a great experience in all honesty. But on the new moon dreyah was called back to her post. "Take this ring. Its blue calcion. It gives the wearer greater speed and agility. It was my mentors and now it is yours. If you wish to join the fight, come to me." She gave me a.