They've even commented on my brows saying I look like I shape them,which I do. But I didn't want to admit it then.One time one of the girls asked if ... was wearing purfume. She wasright. I had spritzed what I thought was a little bit of ChanelGabrielle in the car before I walked into work just as a little reminderof Kimberly during the full work day. I went to hand her a flash drivewhen she made the comment. I might have gone flush in the faceafterward. I quickly told her it was a new. I lay crying through the wet boxer shorts Master had forced into my mouth, taped heavily in place dreading Master returning.After laying there for what seemed an eternity but must of only been half an hour more, Master walked in.Master walked in and just walked straight past me as if I wasn't even there, going into the kitchen and making sure his dogs had fresh food and water. I know Master cared for the dogs more than me he made it very obvious, he had 2 male Alsatians.Master returned to where. Me? I'm the chicken's wishbone being pulled apart.Believe it or not, that battle has started already. It seems that they both had their full spring schedules and spent hours negotiating which dates I would play for whom. Mr. Whitaker had to get involved on a couple of them when the two coaches couldn't agree who had the more important game or match. Oh, well...When we arrived at the apartment, Jill went into a state of shock. "Wow!" she exclaimed as we entered the apartment from our private. The whole place was damp and puddles everywhere. One mightthink a station should be clean and dry, right? Turns out one of the"establishments" had a bunch of big fancy aquariums for decoration. Notanymore. Only piles of glass rubble. Of course, the dampness had caused alot of rust. Not the best sign that there was still something to besalvageable.We were in the middle of the promenade when everything did go south.There was an emergency call out from the "Ugly Betty". Everyone shouldcome back as.