" When do you have to have the safety shoes?" Before the third week, any footwear is okay until then because we won't be on the production floor. Once...we reach the third week we have to have the safety shoes with us but we don't have to wear them unless we're going into one of the production areas. They're going to give us lockers tomorrow so we can keep some things there and I figure that's where all my safety equipment, including the shoes, is going to go. I can't forget it at home if it's. Now, Steve was not a stupid man. He knew that something, probably a seduction, was in the works. And he was basically okay with it. He had admired Louise Blaisdell for quite a while. But he had been reluctant to make a move, for fear of being rebuffed. But here, tonight, it looked for all the world like she was not only ready, but even willing to make the first move. She turned to him smiling, ‘Hello Steve. How are you tonight?’ ‘I’m just fine, Louise.’ ‘How is school going? I don’t seem to see. " Would you like me to come over tomorrow and keep you company?" That's a sweet thought but I've got to work tomorrow." Surely not. Not with all your sore face. Henry'll understand completely. What'll you tell people about your face when they ask?" The same as today; that I tripped and bashed my face on a gravel path." Hmm. Well up to you, dear. We'll keep in touch. I'll want to hear how things go. And look after yourself." Thanks. I will. Goodbye, Penelope." Goodbye, dear."Isobel turned to. She locked my wrist cuffs together again, this time in front of me, and then reached down for another padlock. Stepping onto the ladder, Mistress pulled my wrists over my head and locked them to a steel ring on the post, about eight feet off the ground. She then moved the ladder farther out of the way and, coming back to me, squatted down and locked my ankle cuffs together. Like so many times before, when She’d cock-whipped or otherwise punished me, i was now helpless. i was Hers, to do.