"Ginsberg and I coincidentally had our next class together and shared an umbrella."I don't know what I'm going to do when it's this wet and cold outsi...e," Ginsberg remarked."You could buy a wetsuit," I suggested.He laughed off the idea and we got inside, sitting down in the back row of the German classroom. We'd both decided to pick up a new language in college. I had become pretty fluent in Latin in high school, and Ginsberg had picked up Spanish, Arabic, Farsi, Pashto, Urdu and a few words of. A dirty figure, a young woman, in fact, stumbled towards them from around the bleachers. One arm limply clutching the stump of the other. Splattered blood decorated the left side of her face and what was left of her cheerleading uniform. The uniform itself was tattered and ripped. But what Jonathan couldn’t stop looking at was her eyes. Her eyes were wide and terrified and spoke of a nameless fear. She took a few steps toward the silent crowd and opened her mouth to say something before being. "Don't mind her," Deana said, "she's an exhibitionist. She was walking around the store in a see-through wrap with nothing under it"Darlene and Gloria exchanged a conspiratorial nod and Darlene said, "She's a sexy little thing."Gloria whispered, “Sure is.”When Rebecca had a bikini on, the other girls stared in amazement. Wide strings went around her neck, fanned out just enough to hide her nipples, joined together over her belly and vanished between her legs. "Turn around," Deana said. “I gotta. Thank God. I was so tired of being scared, of overthinking everything, of running and coming back. I couldn’t deal with it anymore and I was grateful to him for taking those things away.I cried into his bed, a captured little slave, subdued and happy. All I could do was hope that he was true to his word, that he wouldn’t erase me, that he would love me and be the kind teacher of a Master I had experienced so far. Either way, I knew it wouldn’t be bad being his slave and I wouldn’t want for much.