‘Not a hair on her. Whoever did it , did a good job.’ She then took a fine marker and used a ruler to mark out a 1 inch by two inch ‘landing st...ip’ on my skin. It dawned on me then what Marsha had in mind. She would have me only able to grow that patch of hair. In our area that was known as a slave mark. I looked over at Marsha and tried to plead with my eyes but she just smiled and reached out to caress my tuft of hair. ‘Good bye my ex-Mistress, you will always be marked a slave from now. The clock on the mantle chimed eleven, a reproach to her for losing track of time in their shared joy and pain. As if reading her mind, the man rose from the coach. ‘I better be going, Ma’am. It’s getting late.’ ‘Where are you staying, Sergeant?’ ‘I’m pretty basic, Ma’am. For my travels, I bought a tent that I keep tied to the motorcycle. So I usually just look for some quiet spot where I won’t be in nobody’s way.’ Esther paused at his words. The house only offered two bedrooms. Hers and the. I was stripped by my mother and dressed from the skin out. She spoke tome throughout the process but I honestly can't remember a word of it. Ihad no more volition or power over my body than one of the shop dummies.I ended up wearing a slip, a round-necked sweater, gym knickers and ofcourse the navy blue pinafore with white knee socks. The shop assistanthovered round discussing things with my mother as they progressed, makingsuggestions and fetching items.I remember at the end that my mother was. So... And Marty?" He's home."Then Jill decided she had to explain:"But he knows I'm here, and he's completely okay with it. I mean, I'm not doing anything behind his back." Sure. I didn't... Think so."Now that's something scary. To be in a lesbian club for the first time and meet your sister-in-law! Well, Jill wasn't married to Martin but, even so... Anyway, neither girl knew how to act. After all, their presence there was a secret. And could they do anything with the other girl right there?.