" OK." I took a deep breath, a pause I thought I was going to get trapped in. "I'm not, I been, I wasn't ... hang on. I never knew, you know? I never ...new like other people do. I had this feeling I might be. I couldn't really think about it, I didn't want to. So I ignored it. It just became a habit." Er ... are we talking in code?" Maxie!" I pleaded with him through the wall, prone on my bed, facing the little hole that was our main channel of communication."Yeah, yeah. I get it. You ignored. At that moment Michele entered the office. "What do we have here? A little rebellion?" "She doesn't want to go back up on the cart, Michele. I told herthat she has to but she doesn't want to." "Listen to me, smelly twat. You're going back up onto that cartand that's final! You have no choice in the matter. Getting downfrom that cart is a privilege - one that can be easily taken away.You can be fed there and you can piss and shit there for all Icare. You can lie in your own filth till you. I found her sitting at her dressing table in just her black thong. “Here is your coffee but I do think you will need to wear more than that to the spa,” I said with a knowing look on my face.Cathy turned to me, took her coffee, and after taking a sip she said, “Gee, Honey, I thought you liked to show me off. What is wrong with my choice of what to wear?”“You can’t go out without covering your sexy body or every human, male or female, will want to devour you.”“Mmm, sounds very good to me,” she. She couldn’t bear it anymore and slipped off the couch and into the kitchen. While waiting for Marilyn’s scathing report, she made popcorn, not able to watch. She sat on a stool in the breakfast bar, and waited for the popping to stop, trying to catch it at that perfect moment just prior to scorching. She sipped on the glass of wine she’d poured for herself. Marilyn had had supper waiting when she came home, Penny was very happy to tell her about her interviews, and Marilyn had nearly demanded.