Nobody’ll believe ’em, but I want to tell ’em afore I forget. My old friends need to be remembered anyways. Thirteen I was, back then in the Gre...t Depression, and we wuz better off than some cause we owned a boardin’ house and sold vegetables, meat and the like in warm months. It was just me, my Ma and two little s****rs, but we had help from the colored f****y that lived in a little house on the far side of our property. My Pa had left to buy tools the winter before and never come back. Big. Deep down, the 2 of them, like everyone else in town was partially traumatised by last week's global sinking-flooding. They lost Principal Skinner and many teachers but as for their own relatives who had perished outside Colorado they didn't really care too much as they weren't close to them or even liked them."You know maybe we should have joined them in their gatherings and barbeques!!" suggested Carlos.She was talking about people they knew who had gatherings at 3 friends' houses, as a sign. I stepped into the dress, pulled it over my expanding hips and settled itinto place. As I buttoned the snug mandarin style collar I felt a wave ofsatisfaction wash over me. I then put on my d'orsay cut patent leatherheels with pointed toes on my nyloned feet and buckled them to my ankles.I looked at the total package and sighed in satisfaction. A dab of perfumeat my wrists and neck and off I went to meet my master.My master picked me up from my room and led me to a long car that took usto the. Just walk out the door. You know I wouldn’t stop you and I wouldn’t take back what I have given you. There would be no further punishment.”“I know that sir. Master. But I don’t want that. I want you to punish me now and continue to be my Master. I am yours for as long as you will have me.”He nodded his approval and turned to Jenny. “Stand up Jenny.” She took her place next to Sarah. “You feel the same way?”“Yessir. I want you to own me as well. I choose for you to own me.”He let them.