See my ex-boyfriend was into... um... BDSM and he wanted me to be his submissive. He was a Dominant and I was his submissive. He wanted me to act like...that - you know, be the good little submissive and walk and act like I do. He always said I was a natural submissive and that's what attracted me to him. I guess he was right. I just act this way without realizing it. I'm sorry, I will try to be less... submissive," she explains, smiling up at me, a little blush of embarrassment across her. Dean Crawford and her constant lawyer companion Jerry Sussman were in the room, headed his way. He hadn't expected to see her until game day, knowing she was flying down in her private jet, but nonetheless, he waited for the hand on his shoulder."Coach Winslow! I just got into town and wanted to let you know how proud you've made the NEAT campus and the whole of the state of Vermont. I bring many well wishes sent to my office." She said as she nodded to the table.Jared stood and welcomed her. She sat up instantly, clutching the bedsheet to her bare chest with one hand, holding the other hand outstretched, summoning the strength to hurl a bolt of energy at whoever or whatever had spirited her to this strange place. For this certainly was not her own room; she couldn’t afford silky sheets like this, or this big four-poster bed (complete with canopy), or that beautiful dressing table with the ornate mirror …The glow around her hand died as the last wisps of sleep drifted from her mind.. But I would knock off the attitude and realize she is a person, not a thing to be possessed. Calm down, chill out, and try talking to her like she is a person, and she might surprise you. Just acting like some creepy dude angry at anybody she talks to or skates with when you don’t have the balls to ask her yourself is just pathetic.”I skated back a bit and gave him a smile. “Now I’m not going to fight you. What you do now is up to you, and only you. Don’t blame others for what you won’t do.