‘Surely he knows this answer’ she tells herself. Doubt now enters her mind ‘do I trust him’ as if this was the first time she ever thought of ...his. She feels a tremble in her body at the thought of doubt that just raced through her mind. ‘I have to trust him or I would not be here collared, naked, tagged, and kneeling before this man’ she states to herself. What else could do this to me to be able to be where I am now at his feet if the trust was not there? Her whole being is in this mans. "You think we waited long enough yet?" she asked, gesturing toward the classroom we were standing outside."I don't know, close enough I guess."I opened the door and let Shannon go first before pulling it shut behind me just in case. Kristin and Miss Reid were indeed inside, my sister sitting casually on the teacher's desk with her legs dangling over the edge as the two of them talked. Their conversation had temporarily stopped as we interrupted, but Kristin grinned as she saw us come in."You. "I got it here somewhere. I never heard of no ass tax before." It's a new government program, designed to reduce bureaucratic inefficiency as a result of the Hmmhmm-Frmmhmmhmm Act," I said as she let me into the house."Whatever," she said as I followed her back toward the kitchen of her cheap, untidy apartment.Her place, and its occupant, were perfect examples of Jerry Springer America--the apartment dominated by a TV, food plates sitting straight on the roughly upholstered couch, beer cans and. What could he do? Dare he walk across that platform and sit next to her? Just say hello, nothing too intense or strange, just say hello. Then what? His mind reeled and his heart ached. Was this love or just madness? He feared it was both. —————————– Morning again, the train, her. Once again that smile, but this time it seemed to linger, it was more than just a good morning smile, wasn’t it? He couldn’t do this everyday, not knowing. He had to make that move. He could find an excuse to be on.