I've decided. Will you be my first?" Really?" She nodded her head. "Positive?" She nodded again. "On one condition." What's that?" Katherine, will you...marry me?"She answered with a flurry of kisses. Then questions."No other women?" None." But what if I'm no good at it?" You'll be perfect." And you won't become a drunk?" I'm going to be a respectable business man. And you'll be my partner."More kisses. Then, "Yes. Yes Mickey Corcoran, I will be your wife. And I promise to learn to read and to. She wanted more out of life than to discuss a manicure, massage or makeover. She felt trapped on suburbia drive and hidden among all the other women who looked like her, talked like her, and acted like her. Now one of ‘them’ to those who viewed her turning down or turning out of her street and/or pulling in and pulling out of her driveway, she felt invisible, ordinary, and stuck. Only here, she wasn’t even one of them. Her husband didn’t make enough money for her to fit in with this bunch of. The whole world sees you like that. And you're gorgeous in it." Yeah, I do look good. Don't know why it affects me that way. But, of course you can wear it. I suppose that means you're going to get married." Yeah. Talked it over with Saul and Will, called Mom and Muriel and Pat." You mean it's out of your hands now."Anne grinned ruefully, "I suppose so. But I told them what I want and what I won't allow." They pay attention?" They'd better have. And my Mom knows I mean it."Muriel and Sandy. The suspense alone was driving me insane. Those five minutes felt like eternity, especially after they stopped making noise. It felt like I had been thrown into a cold, dark pit and was left alone to die there. I bit my lip not to shriek when I suddenly felt a hand running up my left leg. The next one moved up the other leg, both resting on my knees. My legs were pushed open and I felt straps being attached to my ankles and knees. My feet were pulled behind the tree and tied together, then hung.