As she settled into the chalet she found that not everyone had a bed. Some were destined to sleep on mattresses on the floor. There was a group of fou... or five that would sleep in the living room, the others were paired up in the bed rooms. Carol was the only person that got her own bedroom and it singled her out, made her feel different, more out of place than she already felt. It was obvious that she was the only ‘single’ here. She looked up as John and his friends walked in. John looked at. They probably wouldn't understand, or want me to. So you can't say anything to them, okay, promise me." I promise." Good. Now, go back to sleep." But can't you please touch me once more?" I'm really not suppose to Cindy." Please, just for another minute!" Well, okay, but just a few more seconds."It felt weird at first, as I began inserting my hand back down the front of my little sister's pajamas, even though I knew that I had already touched her there by accident, but as I just laid there. ’‘First be a good girl.’ Mike said.‘I am. Ouch, ouch, ouch.’‘You are?’ He asked. ‘Show me.’‘How?’ Amber asked in despair. ‘How can I show you?’‘Tell me that I’m your master and you’re my maid and it’s an honor to serve me.’‘What?’ Amber said filled with disbelief.‘Did you know I could turn it up even higher, not everyone has the same pain tolerance, some girls need a little more.’Amber screamed in pain. Tears came out of her eyes and her whole body was squirming and trembling in an attempt to. Then again, she had accepted it because she wanted to believe it. “Mrs. Giordano, Belle,” she corrected herself, “I swear to you, I’m not, I mean I was never...”“Rachel, take a deep breath,” Belle said in a calm tone.“Belle, I swear, I’m not...” Rachel started to say after taking that breath, then paused as she realized that she was reacting defensively without any regard for whether she was speaking truthfully or not. She had never lied to the woman sitting across from her and she wasn’t about.