"How about a speech, to the student body, about the joys of being alive?"And that's how I ended up at Centennial Hall facing 10 judges and an audience...of 300 in April 1975. Yes. I had taken public speaking as an English elective.Yes, I did believe that the ability to speak well would serve me in the future, but I had not expected to start until later in life. When Sister Mary Francis had suggested as "punishment" that I address the school on the joys of being alive, I was a bit stunned.Father. . Dominica... Dominica..." She couldn't tell if they were on the ground or in the trees. Unable to stop herself, she began to wiggle her ass again."Mmmmm, my lovely little programmed slut," Dominica cooed. "Wake up, now, Dan. Wake up. Open your eyes!" She snapped her fingers, loudly -- one, two, three times!On the ground, Dan shook his head, trying to clear it. He wanted to reach up and rub his eyes -- but his arms wouldn't move. Of course, with the goggles in the way, that would have been. When Ryan got there, I was impressed! My husband had done well. Ryan is about 6'2", 190 lbs of muscle, broad shoulders, strong thick arms and V shaped torso. He was wearing a nice sports coat, t-shirt and designer jeans along with boots. Short, but not too short of brown hair, early 30's and piercing blue eyes.We had 3 or 4 cocktails at the bar, conversation flowed well, Ryan and I had good chemistry. There was nothing too serious at the bar but I put my hand on his chest several times to feel. I nodded, “First, and please keep this to yourselves until you hear otherwise, but Joyce is having a hysterectomy on Thursday. She has stage 1A cervical cancer.”“Oh no!” Kara gasped, a tear forming in her eye.“Kara,” Jessica said gently, putting her arm around her, “At that stage, a hysterectomy is a very effective treatment, so much so that you could call it a cure. Tiger, when was she diagnosed?”“She had some abnormal cells about a year ago, and they did the same cauterization treatment she.