At this point Jada as Mark’s third wife lost her composure over the bridge and the meeting devolved into a shouting match.Faster than anyone would h...ve thought possible, their society had walked to the edge of an abyss. Should they split to different societies? How would that work? Who would own which home complexes and the Mall areas below? Mark tried to make a joke that after two days of marriage, he felt as if he were getting entangled in a really nasty divorce. The joke fell. She leads me down the hall, and opens the bedroom door. I immediately know what is about to happen. There are three pillows stacked neatly in the middle of the bed. She turns me around to face her, and smiles. "Well, where is it?" she asks. "This toy you just had to have? This toy that made you disobey me, again."I walk over to the nightstand on my side of the bed, and rummage through the toys until I find it. I turn around, and she is right behind me, watching. I hand it to her. . She alsopicked out a pair of leather keds for comfort around the house.Karen, on the other hand, picked out several varieties of the saddleshoes she enjoyed, in black/white, red/white, pink/white, green/whiteand yellow/white. Karen also went for some spiked heels, and strappysandals. As the girls were trying on the shoes, Kim wouldoccasionally ask "Would you enjoy licking the dirt off these shoesSlave Shoelicker?" This of course was said right in front of thesales woman for proper effect. I. We all love her to pieces, but she doesn’t want to settle down yet, exactly. She rents a room here,” I said. Howard began scraping whiskers off of me and I heard Melody give a little yip as the first strip of wax came off.“How about the little butch girl that answered the door?” Donna asked, finally getting into the swing of things.“She’s not butch, Donna,” Melody said. “She was in a fire and lost a lot of her hair. She had her head shaved.”“Shit! Is that the girl you saved from the fire?”.