The way that Tamara relished doing what she did to Jordan was telling. There was clearly some pent-up frustration and rage there. Admittedly, I hated ...he son of a bitch every bit as keenly, but I also hated Tamara. Talk about your mixed feelings, wanting both of them to suffer, yet knowing that one of them enjoyed the suffering of the other! It amounted, in the end, to Jordan really having a very bad time.“Looks to me that, between Tamara, you, and me, his asshole will see a lot of traffic,. The women who enter the red door can’t open his door, most don’t even know he exists.The handlers are almost always in their informal uniform, jeans and a western style shirt with the Bar’s logo on the left breast, or shorts and a polo shirt, also embroidered. Us dog girls are naked more often that not, though we do get a uniform, leather skirt and polo shirt, we’re supposed to wear that whilst training ... mostly we do. The head trainer is actually a lot cooler than he appears, his approach is. The second day I was there I asked a nurse to get me a package of dried fruit. I walked over to see how the Viet Cong was doing. His doctor told me that he would recover, “except for a few picturesque scars to show the folks back home.”I gave him the package of dried fruit. He took it with the hand that was not bandaged. Understanding what I was doing, he relaxed and said, “American. Thank you.”That may have been all the English he knew. If I knew Vietnamese I would have told him that I lacked. One of the girls spoke first, she was standing to my right. She was around five feet nine inches but it felt like she was towering over me. She had had a thick, attractive body, olive skin, hazel eyes, thick, dark, wavy long hair and full pouty lips. All girls were dressed near identically in the school's uniform, which was a short plaid skirt, long socks and white shirt. She only said my name "Ashley..."Without meeting her gaze I looked down and responded with a shy mumble "Y-yes?" the.