But I won't testify if you'll do something. Mr. Adams, you sayI'm a slut. But it wasn't just me that made me a slut; other peopleworked at it too. Kin... of like what Miss Ortiz said in class - all thesociety works together to mold someone into the uh social role thatpeople play. I don't remember exactly what the terms were, but that wasit, basically."And that's what I want you to see, for yourself. If you learn that,then you'll understand me, and you'll know what you did was wrong. Atfirst, Miss. She arrived at her little home to find her sister Jenny sat on her doorstep."What's wrong?" she instantly demanded."Nothing! Nothing." Her sister laughed awkwardly. "I got here a couple of minutes ago and knew you would be back any sec. I just wanted to make sure you haven't forgotten about tomorrow night." God Jen you frightened the life out of me! For a minute there I thought something awful might have happened." She held her hand to her heart and took a deep calming breath."Have you got time. “My car is downstairs,” he announces. “In the car park.”I suppose he is offering me a lift.“Well, I say, “Thank you.”As we walk down the ramp to the car-park, I have a moment of apprehension. I don’t know this shy, mild-mannered man who is so obviously desirous of doing – what? Something to do with my body. What if he snaps, tries to take advantage of the huge, lonely expanse of the parking station? I’ve heard that so many r****ts and killers are ordinarily quiet and mild-mannered. . The rest of the room was barely better lit and the same music was playing over the speakers as in the bar outside. In the center of the room, sits a fairly nondescript chair with her first customer. Master retreats to one of the stools in the darkened corner and slips a CD into the player and waits for Precious to signal that she is ready to begin her dance. She moves to stand, about three feet, in front of the man from the bar to whom she gave her panties. He is about thirty-five and dressed.